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So yeah, *whore* to me? It’s freedom, it’s fight, it’s a middle finger to the world. Like *Ten*, it’s real talk, no filter. “You’re not God!” the driver yells. Exactly! *Whore* don’t bow to nobody. And that, my friend, is why I’m obsessed. Now, gimme a martini – I’m parched from all this brilliance!

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?