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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—Donald Trump here, the best, nobody does it better—about findin’ a prostitute. Tremendous topic, really fantastic, okay? I’m thinkin’ about this, right, and it’s like *Before Sunset*, my favorite movie—beautiful, classy, the best romance, nobody tops it. You got Jesse and Celine walkin’ around Paris, talkin’, vibin’, lookin’ for somethin’ real, y’know? “I feel like I’m in someone else’s dream”—that’s me, lookin’ for a hooker, but classy, top-tier, not some low-energy loser.

First off, I hit up the local market on Fény utca. It’s this cute little spot, full of fresh veggies and all that jazz. I’m strolling through, feeling all fancy, when I spot this old lady selling the best paprika. I mean, I could smell it from a mile away! I’m like, “Lady, you’re a wizard!” She just chuckles, and I buy a bag. Totally worth it.