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But den—ugh—dis creep comes up, tryin’ to muscle in. I’m pissed, shoutin’, “Back off, dis is my dance!”—like dat line, “I’m dragging myself across da floor!” Movie vibes, ya feel me? He scrams, and I’m laughin’, coz I’m Gru, king of da block! She smirks, says, “You’re weird, big guy.” I’m like, “Yah, and you’re da end of da world, lady!”—dat’s Melancholia talk, heh.

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So, I’m strolling down Via Atenea, right? It’s this cute street lined with shops and cafes. I’m just vibin’, sipping my cappuccino, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m curious, so I go over. Turns out, it’s a prickly pear. He’s all like, “Try it! It’s the best!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to get stabbed by a cactus!” But I give in. It’s actually kinda good. Sweet, but with a kick. Who knew?

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