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About Pecs

Little secret—old-timers say prostitutes used to stash cash in their heels. Swear to God, saw it once, chick popped her shoe off, bills flutterin’ out. Surprised the hell outta me—happy, too, ‘cause damn, that’s clever. But I’m ramblin’. Point is, it’s a rush—heart poundin’, adrenaline spikin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ she’s legit, prayin’ you don’t end up on some cop’s radar. Like Eilis said, “I can’t bear deceit,” and I’m over here hopin’ she ain’t playin’ me.

So, I drag myself outta bed, throw on some clothes, and head out. The streets of XXI. kerület are buzzing, as usual. I pass by the local market on Kossuth, and it’s packed. Like, people everywhere. I’m dodging grannies with their shopping carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.