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But—ugh—she stinks o’ cheap gin, and them heels? Clackin’ louder’n a storm bell! Annoys me rotten, that noise—worse’n gulls screamin’ at dawn. Still, she’s got guts, standin’ there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like a eel. Once saw her chuck a bottle at some toff who stiffed her—wham! Glass everywhere, him runnin’ like a whipped pup. “Zut alors!” I cheered, straight outta Amélie’s Paris vibe—loved that, I did.

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I rush over to the market, and wow, it’s a whole vibe. The colors, the smells, the people haggling over prices. I love it! I grab a pomegranate, and this old lady starts chatting me up about how they’re the key to eternal youth. I’m like, “Lady, I just want a snack.” But she’s relentless.

50 rockets fired at south Israel, largest barrage in weeks; 2 more soldiers killed