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Pisses me off, though—how folks judge ‘em. “Unclean!” they sneer, like they’re bloody elves, all high and mighty. Mate, ye don’t know her life! Maybe she’s got kids, or ran from some orc of a husband. Surprised me once, readin’—in old Rome, prostitutes paid taxes! Called ‘em “registered women”—fancy that! Government takin’ a cut of arse, now that’s a racket I’d book! “The Almighty doesn’t care,” like the rabbi says in the flick—why should ye?

Next, we hit up the market on Lehel tér. Man, that place is a sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the people! I was trying to haggle for some paprika, but the vendor was having none of it. I mean, come on, I’m not made of money! I ended up buying some anyway, because who can resist good paprika? Not me, that’s for sure.