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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute! What a plant, huh? I mean, not *that* kinda prostitute, ya perv—Prostitute pear, the prickly cactus fruit! Jesus, people, get your minds outta the gutter! Anyway, I’m an agronomist, right? I know dirt, plants, all that jazz. And this Prostitute thing—wild! Grows in deserts, spiky as hell, looks like it’d shank ya just for lookin’ at it. Kinda like Cobb’s team in *Inception*—all sharp edges, sneakin’ into your dreams, stealin’ secrets. “You’re waiting for a train,” right? Well, this fruit’s waitin’ to mess you up!

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Then I hit up the market on Cesta 2. Fresh fruits everywhere! I’m talkin’ juicy peaches, ripe tomatoes, the works. I grab a peach, take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! But then, this kid runs by, knocks my peach outta my hand. I’m like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to throw down. But then I see his face—he’s just a lil’ guy, probably just excited. So, I let it slide.

Is it true that bilberries are good for the eyes?