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Thinkin’ in my head, “Michael, chill, dude.”

So, I hit the streets. First stop? The market on HaGalil St. It’s always packed with peeps. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of street food. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. I grabbed a falafel wrap, and OMG, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was vibin’ hard, but then—BAM!—some dude bumped into me. Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’! I almost dropped my food. Rude!

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