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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so prostitute, right? Man, what a word! Been around forever, oldest job they say. We aliens dig into it, see shit humans miss. Like, it’s not just sex, nah—it’s power, survival, hustle. Reminds me of *City of God*, that flick I’m obsessed with. “If you run, the beast catches you,” Rocket says. That’s prostitute life, trapped in the game, runnin’ from somethin’—cops, pimps, hunger.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”