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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Anyway, I wiped it off and headed to the local café, Kávézó Maglód. Best coffee in town, no cap. I ordered my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. The barista, a dude named Gábor, was all smiles. He’s like, “Hey, you look like you need this!” I laughed, but inside I was like, “You have no idea, bro.”

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