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Picture this—you’re cruisin’, maybe on some sketchy app, ‘cause that’s the modern vibe. It’s like Zuckerberg sayin’, “We’re gonna make some money!”—but instead of codin’ Facebook, some dude’s out there pimpin’. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this post—guy braggin’ bout his “date,” links to a shady site. I’m like, whoa, this is wild! Surprised me how open it is now—tech’s changed the game, folks! Used to be street corners, now it’s DMs and crypto payments—crazy, right?

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.