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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

Started off at the shop on Váci út. You know, that busy street where all the cars zoom by like they’re in a race? I’m just chillin’, sippin’ my coffee, when this dude rolls in with a car that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, c’mon, bro, did you drive it through the Danube?