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Once saw this gal—total surprise—rockin’ a jellyfish net hat, swear it! Made me happy, like, “She’s one of us!” Prolly not, but still—quirky! Thought in me head: “SpongeBob, don’t stare, ya goof!” Exaggeratin’ for fun—she mighta been a sea queen, right? Ha! Little factoid: in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh?

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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!

Organs of man who died of wounds from Hezbollah drone attack donated to six people