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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Széchenyi street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual – a double espresso, strong enough to wake the dead. I sit down, and boom! My phone buzzes. Some dude wants to place a bet on a horse race. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM!” But hey, money’s money, right?

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