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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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I get to Petőfi utca, and it’s a whole different vibe. Kids are playing, people are chillin’. I start working on the fence, and this old guy comes up. He’s got stories for days. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days in Mezocsat, when the streets were filled with life. I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Man, I just wanna finish this fence and grab that beer!”

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