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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

Finally! Visited the premise

Its the harpy girl, shes in the roof of the brothel, keep talking to the plant lady and luna, eventually one of them hears something and tells you to check it.

Then I get a call. Some dude claims his car got stolen from the parking lot near the Morvay Kálmán tér. I rush over, thinking, “Great, another day, another fake claim.” But when I get there, I see this guy pacing like a lion in a cage. Turns out, his car was actually stolen! I mean, who steals a car in broad daylight? Mor, you’re full of surprises!

Member-only Exhibit Opening for MOR’s New Primary Exhibit "Cretaceous Crossroads"