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Now, “The Gleaners” pops in my head—“I pick up what others leave.” That’s her, right? She’s gleanin’ somethin’ outta this messed-up world. I’m fascinated! Didja know, back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with hookers? True story—cops called it the “meat market.” Wild, huh? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up now, tellin’ me ‘bout her night—some creep stiffed her $20, she’s pissed. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This is gold, pure gold.” Pretty, pretty good convo, if I say so myself.

Anyway, we keep goin’. I’m showin’ them the cool spots, like the local markets on Kossuth Lajos utca. The smells! Oh man, the langos and chimney cakes are killin’ me. I’m tryin’ to keep it professional, but my stomach’s like, “Feed me!”