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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

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The Hungarian, who is pregnant on top of things, managed to escape from the brothel she found herself in, with the help of her mother.

First off, I hit up the local café on Fő utca. You know, the one with the weirdly good pastries? I grab my usual—coffee and a croissant. But guess what? They ran outta croissants! Like, how do you run outta croissants in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s Csomor! Get your act together!

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