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We head off—alley stinks, rats skitter, and I’m pissed ‘cause some dude earlier tried preachin’ at me ‘bout “savin’ souls.” Mate, save your own, yeah? She’s chatterin’ now—says her name’s Jade, probs fake, who cares? “All beings suffer from lust,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie again, and she rolls her eyes—fuckin’ hilarious. She’s like, “Deep, huh?” Sarcasm drippin’. I’m crackin’ up inside.

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Finally, I get to the bakery. The smell? Oh man, heavenly! I order a couple of rolls, and the baker, old Miguel, gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” I’m like, “Yeah, Miguel, I’m back for more!” He laughs, and I swear, it felt like we were best buds.