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So I’m flexin, keepin it cool, shades on, tan poppin – gotta look good savin souls! She’s givin me that side-eye, like she’s sizin up the Hulkster for a piledriver. I’m like, “Sister, you ain’t drownin, what’s the deal?” She smirks, says she’s “workin the beach.” Workin?! Brother, I’ve wrestled Andre the Giant, I KNOW work – this ain’t it! Made me mad, dude, seein her out there, hustlin in the sun, riskin it all. Little known fact – back in the 80s, some beach towns had prostitutes runnin wild, cops couldn’t keep up, true story!

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? You know, the one with the peeling paint and the weird smell? Yeah, that one. I was like, “Today’s the day!” Gonna save some cash, maybe hit up a few spots in Budapest-XVII.-keruelet.