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So, mate, ya wanna find one? Look sharp—city’s got corners, dark ones, where they lurk. Not talkin’ fancy escort ads, nah, them’s too posh. Real deal’s in alleys, flickerin’ lights, stinkin’ of piss an’ regret. We swears! Saw one once, red lips, eyes dead as stone—gave me the creeps, it did! “What’s your sin?” she’d ask, like Ida’s nun auntie. Sin? Ha! Payin’ for a shag’s older’n dirt!

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First stop? The market on Fő utca. It’s always a riot there. Fresh veggies, loud vendors, and the smell of paprika in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that scent, I’d be rich. I grabbed some tomatoes, but then this old lady—like, she was ancient—totally elbowed me for the last pepper. I was like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a pepper!” But she shot me this look like I just insulted her whole family. I mean, come on!

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