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So, picture this—I’m droppin from the sky, chute open, wind screamin past me. Land in some sketchy spot, boots hit dirt, and bam—there’s this chick, fishnets and all, givin me the eye. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Findin Nemo*. You know, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Except she ain’t swimmin, she’s struttin—lookin for a john. And I’m like, whoa, what’s her story? Where’s her reef? Her clownfish fam? Lost in the big ocean, maybe?

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Then, I head over to the Markt. It’s packed! I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the throngs of people. I bump into this lady, and she spills her fries all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a snack.” But she’s super chill about it, offers me a fry. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m munchin’ on fries, covered in ketchup, and feelin’ oddly happy.

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