A Chaotic Facade

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"8:30 p.m., same hotel; it would be best for you to come earlier, like 7? There will be an event," Alex notified me on the phone early in the morning, just the day after we got back to Turkey. Wearing a thick sweater and a cozy scarf, I braved the chilly morning breeze as I made my way to the café. The streets were bustling with locals and tourists, creating a lively atmosphere. People were already up doing their usual routine in the morning, and by the time they finished, our café would have to prepare for the rush of customers buying their favorite morning beverages and pastries. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enticing passersby to step inside and indulge in a warm cup to start their day. The café staff hustled behind the counter, ensuring that everything was ready t

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