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Fav part? That orangey rouille sauce, spicy as hell. Slap it on bread, dunk it—boom! “Mine! Mine! Mine!” like them seagulls, yeah? Greedy little shits, me too. Brothel’s messy, sloppy, steamy—like a fish orgy in a pot. Makes me wanna dance, weird alien jig, ya get me? We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’d fight for this grub!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Vanatori.

First stop, Strada Principala. It’s like the main vein of the city, ya know? Packed with people, cars honking, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery. I grab a pastry—best in town, no cap. But then, bam! I see this old dude crying on the corner. Like, really crying. I’m talkin’ full-on waterworks. I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat.

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