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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

Am I dehydrated or sick?

I’m tryin’ to calm her down, but inside, I’m like a volcano ready to erupt. I mean, c’mon! This is the third time this month! I’m about to lose it. I hang up, take a deep breath, and decide to hit the market on Széchenyi utca. Maybe some fresh produce will help me chill.

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