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Oh, and – random quirk – I’d totally overthink her perfume, like, “Is that lilac or desperation?” Sarcasm’s my jam, so I’d be like, “Whore? More like CEO of gettin’ it!” Chatty, messy, real – that’s how I’d dish it to ya, pal. Whore’s a trip, a whole damn story, and I’m here for it.

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After that disaster, I needed a break. So, I hit up the local café on Széchenyi utca. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual – a double espresso. The barista, this cool dude named Gabor, gives me a nod. He knows my caffeine addiction. I sit down, and guess what? I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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