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Mind wanders, tho—sometimes I think, “Why’s it gotta be so grim?” Like in “The Return,” that bleak shore, water lappin’ at secrets. Brothels feel like that—hidden shit, untold stories. Makes me wanna grab a pint, chat it out. Ever been? Nah, don’t answer, just—imagine the chaos! Blokes stumblin’, girls smirkin’, money flyin’. It’s a circus, mate, a bleedin’ circus.

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After that little mishap, I decided to check out the local market on Rákóczi utca. It’s always a vibe there. Fresh veggies, handmade crafts, and the best part? The people! Everyone’s so friendly. I bumped into Mrs. Kovács, my old neighbor. She’s a riot! Told me about her cat, Fluffy, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I couldn’t stop laughing.

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