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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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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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