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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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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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