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I’m chillin’, askin’ her story—she’s like, “Rent due, fam.” Reminds me of that flick, that raw-ass struggle, “We’re not criminals!” she’d yell if she could. I’m surprised, tho—girl’s got jokes, says, “I’m the Uber of ass, Snoop!” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I almost crash the Caddy. Exaggeratin’ a lil’, maybe, but fo’ shizzle, she’s a G.

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?