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But then – ugh – this creep rolls up, all sweaty, tryna haggle her down to 20. Pissed me off, man, I’m like, “Mate, she ain’t a fuckin flea market!” Wanted to gut him, serve him up with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, glarin at him. She’s crackin up, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” Happy as hell, I am – rare vibe, that.

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But then, I hear this commotion down on the main street, M. Niyaz Magu. I go check it out, and there’s a street vendor sellin’ these crazy snacks. I’m talkin’ about fried fish and spicy samosas. My stomach’s growlin’ like a beast! I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady next to me. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s like, “You gotta try the chili sauce!”

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