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Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Dark, the path is, like shadows in *City of God*. “Run, you must,” I’d tell her, streets wild like Rocket’s hood. Saw one once, yeah, legs long, eyes sharp—damn, a survivor, she was! Hustlin’ hard, credits rollin’ in, but soul? Lost, it gets. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—half these fools don’t get it.

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After I finish with Gábor’s knife, he’s all pumped. “This is sharper than my ex’s tongue!” he laughs. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a compliment, I guess?” But then he tips me with a bottle of homemade pálinka. I’m not sayin’ no to that!

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