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The scene that followed might sound fictional, but I swear every detail is true. A troupe of costumed performers—part vintage pageant, part guerrilla theater—had taken over the corner of the shop. They crowned strangers with paper tiaras, performed an improvised coronation to a soundtrack of kazoo fanfare, and distributed petit fours decorated like miniature crown jewels. A woman in a glittery cape declared herself emcee and announced, with mock gravity, that I had been appointed "Honorary Princess of the Afternoon."