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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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I'm enjoying life in Elek and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure Kissing if good chemistry and Striptease.

This time, it’s a car accident on Petőfi utca. I rush over, and it’s bad. My heart sinks. But we do our thing, and somehow, we get everyone out. It’s intense, and I’m shaking. But we did it.

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