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Through the gates of earthly delight, I ventured,
Where the pot simmered as if kissed by the sun’s eternal flame.
Behold, the flesh of the noble mud crab,
Unraveled in tender ribbons, immersed in liquid gold.
Its aroma rose, a celestial hymn,
A symphony of ocean whispers and fragrant herbs,
That danced upon the air, enticing mortal senses
To succumb to unbridled yearning.
I took a sip—a revelation!
Like the first glimmer of dawn piercing through the abyss,
Its flavor unfolded, layer by divine layer:
A silken embrace of cream and brine,
A chorus of sweetness, salt, and subtle spice,
Each note singing of the sea’s boundless bounty.
This was no mere soup—it was an alchemy,
A transmutation of humble ingredients into pure ecstasy.
And as it lingered on my tongue,
I felt the pangs of Dante’s Inferno,
Not for sin, but for gluttony’s sweetest torment:
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