[ And down he goes, meandering through vined paths and wine-red brick buildings, through narrow arches and high, high towers that have clocks ticking up its sides. Occasionally, someone recognizes him and waves— "a date, Gus?"— to which he answers with a finger at his lips, a not-so-subtle "shh!" ]
You're in for some harsh competition, we've got some of the greatest food in the world!
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[ And down he goes, meandering through vined paths and wine-red brick buildings, through narrow arches and high, high towers that have clocks ticking up its sides. Occasionally, someone recognizes him and waves— "a date, Gus?"— to which he answers with a finger at his lips, a not-so-subtle "shh!" ]
You're in for some harsh competition, we've got some of the greatest food in the world!