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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I swear, my coffee machine was like, “Nah, not today, buddy.” Great start, huh? I’m already cranky. I mean, who can function without coffee? Not me, that’s for sure.