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So, we hit up a café on Rákos-patak utca. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to look all tough, but inside, I’m just a big ol’ softie. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna just chill with a coffee and watch the world go by? But nah, I’m on high alert. Suddenly, I spot a group of rowdy teens. They’re laughin’, shoutin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”