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عينة 1

Picture yourself in ancient Rome. You're a baker's apprentice, rising before dawn. The stone streets are empty, cool marble beneath your feet. Inside the bakery, flour dust dances in shaft of morning light, and the yeast-heavy air fills your lungs. Your day begins.

Listen here, baby, I ain't trying to tell you how to live your life, but you playing with fire hanging around them folks. You my family and I love you, but this shit ain't gonna end well if you don't wake up and see what's really going on.

Picture yourself in ancient Rome. The year is 79 AD. You're a baker in Pompeii, where morning light streams through narrow streets. Clay ovens warm the air, bread rises in wooden bowls, and market voices echo off stone walls. Your hands are dusty with flour, your world simple but complete.