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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on Fő utca. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all these cute little stalls. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I buy a jar of apricot. She tells me it’s made from her own trees. I’m like, “Lady, I respect that!” But then she starts talking about her cats. I’m not a cat person, but she goes on for like 10 minutes. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Please, just let me go!”

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