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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

Prostitution:

Then, outta nowhere, I hear sirens blarin’. The cops roll up, and I’m like, “Oh boy, this is gonna be good.” They’re tryin’ to coax him down with promises of pizza. I mean, who can resist pizza? But this guy? He’s all, “I’ll come down for a pepperoni!” I’m dyin’ over here.

In Memoriam Professor Ferenc Szűcs