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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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So, we finally get into the meeting. It’s packed. Everyone’s there, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But then, this one guy, Gábor, starts talking about some new trial. He’s all excited, and I’m just sitting there like, “Dude, you’re missing the point.” I mean, we’re in Pécs, not Budapest! Let’s keep it real, right?

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