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Sometimes I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it—folks lookin’ down their noses at ‘em, like they ain’t human. Makes my blood boil hotter than a skillet of cornbread! But then I get all mushy, too—imagine some lonely soul hirin’ an escort just to feel seen, like Jesse sayin’, “I feel like I’m running out of time.” Ain’t that a punch to the gut? I’d probly hire one myself if I weren’t so dang clumsy—trippin’ over my own boots, spillin’ sweet tea on their fancy getup. Lordy, I’m a mess!

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I knew it was gonna be one of those days. You know, the kind where you just feel it in your bones? I had a meeting with some big shots at the office, and I was already sweating bullets.