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The market fell silent, then exploded with laughter—not mean laughter, but the affectionate, loud laughter of a close-knit community.

Eyüphan, finally pulling the tangled chiffon from his face, felt his cheeks burning hotter than the peppers he was buying. His perfectly styled hair was now a mess. EyГјphanВ BaЕџД±ndaki Ећifoni Eyvah

He panicked. Instead of simply lifting it off, he tried to catch it with his left hand, which only caused the scarf to tangle further into his glasses. He started walking backward, stumbling over a basket of tomatoes. Crash. The market fell silent, then exploded with laughter—not

"Eyvah! My honor! My style!" Eyüphan cried, muffled beneath the sheer fabric. The market fell silent