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Love the hustle, tho—some escorts, they’re sharp, mate. Outsmartin’ coppers, stackin’ cash, livin’ double lives. Reminds me of Szpilman dodgin’ death, playin’ for scraps. “I’m not going anywhere”—that’s their vibe, dig? But the danger? Bloody hell, it’s real. One lass I knew, sweet kid, found her in a ditch—john went psycho. Broke my heart, that did. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I see the rot others miss.

So, I rush out, and guess what? It starts pouring! Like, seriously, Budapest weather is wild. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting down Váci út, trying to shield my precious dresses. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Budapest? Why?”