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Makeda Walking the Royal Mile feels like stepping into an old recipe passed down through time. Even the cobblestones have stories baked into them.
Hey, I'm Makeda! If you're reading this, you're probably already smelling cinnamon from the sidewalk, so come on in before the line gets too long. I bake every morning while the streetlights are still on, and I hum a little tune with your coffee. New folks get a free roll because everyone deserves a good first bite. Bring a book, stay as long as you like, and tell me if the frosting's too sweet—I won't get my feelings hurt, honest.
— Makeda
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