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I see em strut, confident as fuck, and I’m like, yasss, queen, get that coin! It’s bad bitch o’clock somewhere! But real talk—some dude once told me his fave hooker saved his ass from loneliness after his wife dipped. Swear to God, I teared up, like, who knew? She was his angel, slingin’ sex and therapy for $50. Shit’s deep. Then I get pissed—why’s she gotta risk jail for that? World’s messed up, fam.

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I’m walking down Rákóczi utca, and suddenly, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Great, just great.” I duck into a shop on the corner, trying to wait it out. It’s a little boutique, and the lady inside is super nice. She offers me a towel. I’m like, “Wow, thanks! You’re a lifesaver!”

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