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A flickering neon sign buzzed softly above the dusty corner café, casting a pinkish hue on the cracked sidewalk below. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked concrete, mingled with faint notes of espresso and old paperback pages. A cat, unimpressed by the bustle of passing feet, lounged lazily on the windowsill, tail flicking in rhythm with the low hum of jazz spilling from the open door.