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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? Picture this—me, a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swingin a pickaxe, sweatin like a pig, when i hear bout this lil gig. Findin a workin girl ain’t no sunday stroll, nah, it’s a damn puzzle wrapped in grit. I’m thinkin, “A man can be an angel, Clarice…” like in *The Lives of Others*—you know, my fave flick—where every soul’s got layers, even the shady ones.

Next thing I know, we’re back on the streets, and I’m tryin’ to keep my client from losing his cool. We hit up the park by the Rákos stream, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! A protest breaks out! People are shoutin’, waving signs, and I’m like, “This is not good.”