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And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

Visiting the market of Mórahalom with Where Is The Market? founder Hajni Nagy

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First off, I hit the market on Fő utca. You know, the one with all the stalls? Smelled like fresh bread and... well, rat droppings. Classic Morahalom, right? I’m grabbin’ a pastry when I hear this screamin’. Turns out, some dude’s tryin’ to sell a “rare” rat as a pet. I’m like, “Bro, that’s just a sewer rat with a fancy name.” People were all oohing and aahing. I was ready to lose it.

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