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One more thing—did ya know some historical escorts, like in Japan, were poets? They’d write haikus about love and loneliness. That’s dope, but also sad. Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, but also, “Stay sharp, baby, life’s a blade!” Like in the movie. Escorts, man, they’re warriors in stilettos.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!