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But then – oh, then – I caught her trail. Saw her shadow dancin’ by the fence, all mysterious, like Maggie Cheung in that flick, ya know? “Feelings can creep up just like that.” Hell yeah, they can! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s trouble, but damn, she’s smooth.” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” ‘cause I ain’t here to play soft. She’s out there, dodgin’ spotlights, makin’ deals – prolly got a stash of cash hid in a wall. Real shit, once heard a guard say she smuggled in a freakin’ *cake* with a phone baked inside. Who does that? Candy, that’s who – blew my mind again!

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I finally make it to the Simian Market. It’s a total sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the sounds! I grab some local snacks—these pastries called cozonaci. OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m munching away, and I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I chat with her, and she tells me stories about Simian’s history. It’s fascinating!

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