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So, I’m out there, right, and it’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Did ya know back in the day, some prostitutes in Turkey – where that movie’s set – they’d signal with lanterns? Little glow in the dark, wavin at ya – history’s wild, y’all! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout it – modern day, they prolly just flash a phone screen. Progress, huh? Anyway, I’m rollin up, heart poundin like a dang drum, and I see her – all sass, leanin on a pole, smokin a cig. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, tryna play it cool. She smirks, like she’s heard it all before. “Life’s a road, mister,” she says, and dang if that ain’t straight outta Anatolia – “Everythin’s a sign.” Got me thinkin deep, y’all.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I’m sippin’ my espresso, feelin’ all fancy, when I overhear this dude at the next table. He’s talkin’ about some big real estate deal. My ears perk up. I’m a broker, after all. Gotta keep my game tight. Turns out, he’s lookin’ to sell a property on Rákóczi utca. I’m like, “Yo, I can help with that!” But he just brushes me off. Rude, right?

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