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I learned to chase the scent of frying chicken long before I could locate the alley markets on a map. My first memory is almost cinematic: a crowded street in Bangkok, steam rising from a wok so hot it looked like it could melt the evening air, and a small cart where a woman with a bright smile folded chicken into gold. The crackle, the citrusy zing of lime, the whisper of coriander leaves, all of it folded into one brisk moment that felt like a secret and a dare at once. T