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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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First off, I hit the streets of Maglód around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yasss, let’s do this!” I strolled down Fő utca, feeling all kinds of good vibes. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who invited you to this party, Mr. Pigeon? I was so mad, I almost chased it down.

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