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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business! Nasal nagging kicks in—whore’s such a loaded word, ain’t it? Makes me think of those wild spirits in *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Ya know, “The past clings like a shadow,” that movie says, and whores? They got shadows longer than Marge’s hairdo! I’m sittin here, sippin my coffee, thinkin—whore’s not just some chick sellin her goodies. Nah, it’s history, it’s grit, it’s survival!

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.