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So, like, escort’s this world where everythin’s a deal. Cash for time, no strings—ha! That’s a lie. Strings everywhere, pullin’ hearts, breakin’ ‘em. Reminds me of Ida’s line, “What if you go there and discover there’s nothing?” That’s escort sometimes—empty promises, fake smiles. I heard this story once, true as hell, ‘bout this chick in Vegas, called herself Sapphire. Worked high-end, penthouses, all that jazz. But get this—she was savin’ up to be a vet. A freakin’ vet! Loved dogs more than dudes. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me, man, made me grin.

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Then, I head over to the local bakery on Rákóczi utca. I need a pick-me-up, ya know? I grab a kürtőskalács (that chimney cake is life!) and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But the lady behind the counter? She’s super chatty. I’m trying to eat, and she’s telling me about her cat’s latest antics. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want my cake!”

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