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... uneven cobblestones as we entered the market district, the lively hum of merchants and shoppers swelling around us. Through the window, my gaze landed on a familiar sight—a modest stall with a hand-painted sign that read Honey Twirls, its wares glistening under the afternoon sun.
The treat was simple genius—soft, pillowy dough wrapped around sweetened cream, dipped in melted chocolate, and skewered on thin sticks for easy eating. Commoner's fare, perhaps, but in my opinion, they could pu ...
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