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Gets me raging, tho—the lies! “6 foot, fit,” then he’s 5’2” and wheezing. Why bother? “I’m not afraid of death,” I mutter, scrolling past fakes. Happy bit? When you snag a good one—rare as a unicorn, mind. Last week, this lass, all fire, no clingy crap—pure fun. Surprised me, even me, Cersei, queen of sneers.

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.