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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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Finally, I get to this spot on Ibn Khaldun Street. Nice little café nearby, smells like fresh coffee. I’m thinkin’ maybe I’ll grab a cup after work. But first, gotta set up this radio system for a new shop. The owner, this dude named Ahmed, is super chill. He’s got this crazy idea for a sound system that’ll blast music all over the place. I’m like, “Dude, you want the whole block to hear your playlist?”

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