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But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

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Bruv, I can’t forget an alley near the Central Bay. Right there, where the muffled hum of traffic meets the whisper of graffiti, I once found a secret mural dedicated to the local unsung heroes – real soul-stirrin’, like lines from that film: “I feel my life is sleepin’”. Makes me mad sometimes think the best art hides in dark corners.

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