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But oh, it burns me up! These creeps leerin’ at her, actin’ like she’s meat—makes my blood boil, hon! I wanna scream, “She’s a person, ya jerks!” Then she winks at me, all sassy, and I’m like—damn, she’s tough as nails! Kinda proud, y’know? Like when David keeps goin’, even when the world’s trash. “Where the lost things are,” she’d fit right in—prostitue paradise, ha!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they get it under control. I’m exhausted, but I can’t go home yet. I’ve got paperwork to do. So, I head back to the office on Kossuth Lajos utca. The streets are buzzing with life. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m just there, drowning in forms and reports.