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ENTREMETS The Konstantin Duhovny Culinary Experience

AIN’T THAT JUST the way? Shit starts getting good and pfffft, there’s the fan.

This is the part that always gets me—the pang, right here in the chest. Reliving how you died—it never gets easier. Deathday blues, postmortem depression—whatever you wanna call it, it’s real. See those therapists, fam. Don’t let it haunt you.

Haunt.

Get it?

Yeah… even the jokes lost their fizz.

Listen, let’s take a quick five, alright? Gimme a hot New York minute. Hit the reset.

We’ll circle back and pick right up again for the throwdown—little cooking contest you’re gonna love. Just… gotta get my head back in it.

Hey there. You looking for something?

Yeah, that’s us right here! Come join up; we’re taking a breather then heading over to the next stop. More the merrier.

Safe? Course it’s safe. Just a little food tour. Why wouldn’t it be safe?