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About Pecs

Sandy’s hands told me stuff—cracked nails, shaky fingers. She signed “business slow” one rainy day—broke my heart, man! Prostitutes got this hustle, like paintin’ on a canvas nobody sees. “We all wear masks,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sandy’s mask? Red lipstick, torn fishnets—her happy little trees hidin’ pain. Fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes used sign language? Yup, secret codes for cops—sneaky, huh?

Tourism reliance

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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