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Now, here’s the kicker—some gals, they got codes. Like, wear a red cap, or whistle twice—sounds nuts, right? But it’s true! Heard ‘bout this one chick in Philly, called her “Whisper,” ‘cause she’d only talk if ya said “the cause” first—straight outta *The Master*, that culty vibe, “Man is not an animal!” I was shocked—damn clever, keepin’ it secret from the billionaire pigs who’d shut it down!

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After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

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