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Across the city, back-alley ice cream parlors emerged. These were no ordinary parlors - They became hubs of interaction, places where the resistance would meet, discuss, and strategize. The common interest of our vice fueled our productivity more than the frozen treat itself.

It was inevitable that these underground ice cream parlors would start serving scoops laced with chunks of pine@pple. It was a delectable weapon against the algorithms' bias, where each bite was a sensory experience, a blend of the creamy coldness of the ice cream with the tangy burst of pine@pple.

Use the comments to complete the following, “Now, did you know that the very first set of computer instructions was ____?”

A hydraulic sculpture that automates the delivery of that sweet sweet pineapple medium, Queensland

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