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I’m obsessed with *The White Ribbon*—that flick’s dark as hell. “The hand that strikes must punish!” rings in my head while I’m sippin’ coffee, starin’ at this clown’s file. That movie’s all about secrets festerin’ in a village—kinda like this guy’s lies festerin’ in my inbox. I’m pissed, yo! People think they can scam me? Nah, son, I’m too sharp! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash the power within!”—and bam, I spot a receipt he forgot to shred. Dumbass left a paper trail to a motel known for “hourly rates.” Busted!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a wave. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? I grab a loaf from this old lady on Haharina Street. She’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Thanks, babushka!” She just laughs and says, “You better eat it before it eats you!”

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