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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m huntin’ a prostitute, I ain’t doin’ it classy. Naw, I’d stomp around South Park, yellin’, “Where’s my damn hooker?!” Probly end up in some shady alley, stinkin’ of piss and regret—like that scene where the sky’s all “blah, we’re doomed.” Pisses me off how sneaky they are, tho! You gotta dodge cops, creeps, and—ugh—hippies tryna save ‘em. Respect my authoritah, hippies! I ain’t here for your preachin’!

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Kossuth Lajos utca. Best pastries ever! I grab a couple of those fluffy kifli, and I’m feeling like a king. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I see this dude, right? He’s just standing there, yelling at a tree. A TREE! Like, what’s that about? I mean, I get it, trees can be annoying, but c’mon, man.

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