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I’m imaginin’ Malik from “A Prophet”—“Learn to wait,” he’d say. Wait for what? Syphilis? Goddamn, this place reeks of desperation. Made me happy, though—my violins don’t gotta deal with this crap. I’d rather pluck strings than—well, you get it. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ a tune while watchin’ this mess—keeps me sane.

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But then, I see this guy trying to sell these weird-looking pastries. I’m like, “What even are those?” He’s all, “Cuca de Cebola, best in town!” I’m skeptical, but I’m also curious. So, I buy one. Big mistake. It’s like biting into a soggy onion. I’m gagging, and he’s just standing there, grinning like he’s won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a new taste bud!”