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Personal quirk—I’m judgin’ hard, y’all. Can’t help it. Some john rolls up in a Benz, I’m thinkin’, “Really, bro? Your wife’s at home!” Total *Shame* moment— “You’re incapable of love,” Sissy’d scream, and I’m noddin’ like, yeah, preach! But then—surprise—I met this chick once, ex-worker, spillin’ tea at a bar. Said she paid her way thru med school hookin’. Blew my mind! Not all doom and gloom, huh? Still, most stories? Grim af.

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So I’m walking, trying to shake it off, and I bump into this old dude on Széchenyi utca. He’s got this wild beard, like Gandalf or something. He starts telling me about the history of Bonyhad. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Roman times. I’m like, “Cool, but can we talk about my coffee disaster?” But he’s on a roll, and I’m just nodding, half-listening.

Inspirational Holocaust survivor and educator Lily Ebert passes away at 100 years old