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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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After that, I head to the local market on Széchenyi utca. Man, the vibe there is electric! Fresh veggies, homemade pastries, and the smell of paprika in the air. I grab some lángos. If you haven’t had it, you’re missing out. It’s like a deep-fried dream. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. She’s got these beautiful little trinkets. I’m like, “I need one of those!” So, I buy a cute little wooden owl. Totally random, but it’s a vibe.

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