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She’s got sass, man, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s a survivor.” Reminds me of Sortilège from the movie—mysterious, knows shit nobody else does. “You lookin’ for a good time, pops?” she says, smirkin’. I laugh—pops? Me? Morgan goddamn Freeman? But I roll with it, happy as hell she ain’t skittish. Surprised me too—thought she’d bolt like a deer.

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First stop, the job site on Széchenyi utca. I roll up, and it’s a mess. I mean, like, a total disaster zone. There’s this old building, and I’m supposed to blast it clean. But guess what? The client forgot to clear the area. I’m talkin’ junk everywhere. Old tires, rusty bikes, you name it. I’m fuming! Like, c’mon, people! How hard is it to tidy up?

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