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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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I hit the streets of Monor, and it was like the city was buzzin’. I mean, I love this place, but sometimes it feels like a circus. I strolled down Fő utca, and the sun was blazin’. I could feel the heat on my back, and I thought, “Great, just what I need.” But then I saw this little café, Kávézó Monor, and they had the best pastries. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a croissant, and man, it was flaky perfection. Made me forget the heat for a sec.

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