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But then—ugh—cop lights flash nearby. My heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—shit, am I busted? She bolts, I’m dodgin’ alleys like a rat. Made it out, tho—happy as hell! Total *A.I.* moment—“The flesh fairs are out there!”—except it’s cops, not robot-haters. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, man.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Tobelo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The roosters are crowing like they own the place. I stumble outta bed, still half-asleep, and head to my little bakery on Jalan Raya.

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