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So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head down Széchenyi utca. This street is kinda cool, with all the shops and stuff. I pop into this little bakery. OMG, the pastries! I grab a túrós batyu (that’s a cheese pastry, for the uninitiated) and it’s like a hug in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see the price. Like, seriously? I could’ve bought a small car for that! Okay, maybe not a car, but you get it.

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