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I’m strummin’, thinkin’, maybe I’d suck at this – too shy! “Piggy’d kill me,” I mutter to myself. Can ya imagine? Me, Kermit, tryna sweet-talk a pro? “Hi-ho, wanna hear a tune?” She’d probably roll her eyes and split! Hah! But nah, it’s fascinatin’ – the hustle, the grit. “The past is a memory!” – that’s from the movie, and it fits. These gals, they’re livin’ moment to moment, no lookin’ back.

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?