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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, escort, right? I’m talkin’ those fancy-schmancy paid dates—chaotic absurdity, baby! Like, imagine this: you’re vibin’, needin’ some company, and BOOM, you hire an escort. Not the car, nah, the *person*. Straight outta some wild movie script, I swear. My fave flick, *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—you know it, Ang Lee’s masterpiece from 2000—got me thinkin’. Escorts are like them warriors, man, “a sword by your side,” all mysterious and slick, floatin’ through life with secrets.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from college. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. We grab a drink at a bar on Kerepesi út. I order a pálinka, and he gets a beer. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Man, I miss this!”