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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Fő utca. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot. I’m like, “Let’s get this day rollin’!” But the barista? She spills the whole thing. All over the counter. I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my caffeine dreams drown in a puddle. I mean, c’mon! I’m a sports psychologist, not a coffee mop!