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Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—she’s a “classy lady,” right? Total joke, folks—total! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? She’s a mess, hair all wild—looked like a poodle got electrocuted! Still, gotta admit—gutsy, real gutsy. Not like Ford, that sniveling rat—“He ate his shame,” movie gold! Whores don’t—they flaunt it, bigly!

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Többet vártunk ettől a helytől. Bár hétköznap voltunk, kevesen voltak, mégis az elkészített ételt nem kaptuk meg időben, bár már 5 perce is a találó ablaknál hűlt a hal.

I dash to the nearest café on Rákóczi utca. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista? She’s a gem. She hands me a towel and a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re my hero!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the local festivals. I’m already planning to come back for the wine fest.

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