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So, picture this—some gal, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, night’s dark as sin. She’s got guts, y’know? Takes a certain steel to do that gig. I’m curious—real slow now—what’s her story? Like Oh Dae-su, locked up 15 years, no clue why. She’s out there, maybe trapped too, but it’s her own cage. “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Heavy stuff, huh? Whore’s life ain’t light either—sinkin’, fightin’, hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how folks judge her quick. Who’re they to point fingers? Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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Prostitute Latvia, Mistress (hard), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

But whatever, I brush it off. I head over to the park by the old church on Fő utca. It’s a nice spot, you know? I sit down, trying to enjoy the view, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite’s all over the place, and I’m thinking, “Dude, control your kite!” But then it gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh man, not the tears!”

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