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I finally find this chick, right? She’s standin’ there, smokin’, lookin’ bored as fuck. I’m like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She nods, all cool, says, “50 bucks, no weird shit.” I’m happy as hell—score! But then, motherfucker, she’s got this attitude, like I’m wastin’ her time. Reminds me of that dad in *The Return*—cold, distant, “What d’you want from me?” vibes. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, I’m payin’ ya, smile or somethin’!” Didn’t say it, though—don’t wanna get stabbed.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Fő utca. You know, the one with the killer pastries? I’m talking about those buttery, flaky things that make you forget your diet. I ordered a cappuccino and a croissant, and guess what? They messed up my order! I mean, how hard is it to get a simple coffee right? I was ready to throw a fit, but then I took a sip. OMG, it was like liquid happiness! So, I calmed down.

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