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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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After that, I’m walking down to the market on Rákóczi utca. It’s packed! I love the energy, but man, it’s like a maze. I’m trying to find some fresh veggies, but all I can smell is this amazing langos. I mean, who can resist that? So, I grab one. It’s greasy and delicious. Worth every calorie, I swear.

Figure 13: Sóskút Calvary Hill section. Field view of the northern side...