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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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After that, I hit up the local market on Fő utca. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, handmade crafts, and the smell of grilled sausages wafting through the air. I’m in heaven again. I grab some paprika and a few jars of homemade jam. Gotta support the locals, right? But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a cucumber. Like, dude, it’s a cucumber! Just buy it and move on!

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