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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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First off, I hit the streets of Tiszavasvári, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—like, who doesn’t? The Széchenyi utca is always buzzing, but today? It felt like a ghost town. I was like, “Where is everyone?” Maybe they were all hiding from the crazy weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic Hungary, right?

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