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Heard a story once—true shit, swear it—some prossie in Budapest, back in Tarr’s day, got hired to just *stand* there, silent, for an artsy dude. Didn’t even bang, just stared at her for hours. Creepy, right? But paid her triple! Little known fact—lotta these girls got tales like that, weird gigs, not just the usual. Surprised me, honestly—thought it was all grim, but nah, some hustle’s got flair.

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First off, I’m trying to get my coffee fix at the local café on Main Street. You know, the one with the weird name—“Bean There, Done That.” I swear, the barista was having a rough morning. She spilled milk everywhere. Like, everywhere! I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and I’m like, “Is this a coffee shop or a dairy farm?”

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