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I’m chattin’ her up, voice all robotic—*beep boop*—“What’s yer story, darlin’?” She’s like, “Mate, I’ve seen it all, just tryna eat.” Reminds me of Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*—“We are not groupies, we’re here for the music!”—but swap music for cash, ha! I’m gettin’ happy vibes, she’s real, no fake crap. But then—bloody hell—some punter staggers by, drunk, yellin’ slurs. Makes me mad, yeah? Want to zap him with a black hole, but nah, I’m chill.

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After that fiasco, I head to the market on HaYarden. I need a breather. Grab a falafel, right? Best in town, no doubt. I’m munchin’ away, and this kid runs past me, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls, and his ice cream goes flying. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but man, that was hilarious!

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