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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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After the rain stops, I decide to hit up the thermal baths. Széchenyi is calling my name! I get there, and it’s packed. I’m talking people everywhere, like sardines in a can. But the water is warm, and I’m finally relaxing. I float around, and this dude next to me starts chatting about how he’s training for a marathon. I’m like, “Bro, I can barely run to the fridge.” We both laugh, and it’s a good moment.

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