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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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After that, I needed coffee. Bad. So I dashed over to the little café on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messed it up. I got a latte instead. I was like, “Whatever, I’m not picky.” But inside, I was screaming.

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