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Still, suprised me how some of ‘em got guts. This one bird, right, she’d stash coin in her hair—braided it up like a crown. Little known trick, that! Kept her from gettin’ robbed blind. Smart, I’ll give her that, but gods, the stench—unwashed bodies, cheap wine. Makes me wanna retch. “I am the storm,” I’d tell her, like Li Mu Bai ragin’ at fate, but she’d just shrug. Didn’t care, did she?

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But then, as I’m walkin’ back, I see this guy on the corner of Koryfi and Agios Georgios. He’s tryin’ to sell some weird trinkets. I’m talkin’ about stuff that looks like it came from a yard sale. I’m like, “Dude, who’s buyin’ that?” He looks at me, all serious, and says, “You never know what time will bring.” I’m like, “Bro, I’m a watchmaker. I know exactly what time brings—more work!”

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