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Then I get happy—halleluyer!—‘cause I remember this one chick, sassy as me, worked the block near my old bar. She’d strut in, order a gin, tip me double, sayin’, “Madea, you my girl!” Saved up, got out the game, opened a lil’ bakery. Proves you can rise up, chile! “The sea is my mirror,” like the movie—deep, right? She saw herself and said, “Naw, I’m done!”

Then, I decided to stroll down to the local market on Kelenföldi út. OMG, the vibe there is insane! Fresh veggies, fruits, and this one guy selling paprika. I swear, he was like a paprika wizard. I bought some, thinking I’d impress my friends with my cooking skills. Spoiler alert: I can’t cook.