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Once, I saw this chick near the pier—fishnets, not for fishin’, ya know? Looked tired, not happy. Made me sad, dude! Wanted to yell, “Hey, you okay?!” But nah, I just ate a sandwich instead. Prolly shoulda said somethin’. Oh! Fun fact—did ya know some prostitutes in old times used secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free!” Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind!

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.