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But then, the night took a turn. We’re walking back, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, who does that? I’m standing there, mouth agape, when suddenly, he drops a torch. Fire goes everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, frozen. Rudi’s like, “Dude, run!” But I can’t move. It was like a scene from a movie. Finally, the guy puts it out, and everyone’s cheering. I’m like, “What just happened?”

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