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So we haggle, it’s messy, loud – I’m yellin, she’s cussin. Passersby stare, I don’t give a fuck. Finally settle on somethin fair. She’s smirkin again, like she won. Maybe she did. We head off, and I’m thinkin bout *The Gleaners*, how they scrape by, turn trash to treasure. This? It’s raw, real – not some polished Hollywood crap. I’m buzzin, excited, maybe a lil hungry too – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – but nah, she’s safe from my plate.

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But here’s the kicker. I get there, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s a Tuesday!” I can’t even find a spot to sit. So, I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. “Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!”

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