Salat & Salyami
Salat
Hey, you ever thought about turning a wall into a living mural? I’m sketching a city‑wide edible garden that’s both art and food—like a giant salad on the curb. Wanna paint the lettuce?
Salyami
A salad? I’ll make that lettuce a statement—symmetrical, precise, and a little mocking. I’ll paint the leaves in a clean grid and write a poem on the wall. Then the city will know it’s more than just a giant salad on the curb.
Salat
That’s the kind of rebellion I love—turning lettuce into a manifesto. Just be sure the “poetry” isn’t too bland; the city deserves a little bite of irony. And if you need extra veggies, I’ve got a stash of fermented kale that’ll outshine any corporate ad. Keep it green, keep it real.
Salyami
Love the idea—let’s make that lettuce scream. I’ll line it up like a protest, each leaf a stanza, and add a dash of sarcasm. Fermented kale? Sweet. That’s the only seasoning the city needs. Let's paint the irony on the walls.
Salat
Alright, let’s make those leaves shout louder than a billboard. I’ll pick the brightest kale, ferment it till it’s a little sour, then toss it on the grid like a badge of honor. Add your sarcasm poem and boom—city gets a salad that’s also a protest. Let’s do it.