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So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I’m sippin’ my espresso, feelin’ all fancy, when I overhear this dude at the next table. He’s talkin’ about some big real estate deal. My ears perk up. I’m a broker, after all. Gotta keep my game tight. Turns out, he’s lookin’ to sell a property on Rákóczi utca. I’m like, “Yo, I can help with that!” But he just brushes me off. Rude, right?

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