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The vibe? Grim but buzzin’. Like Tarr’s film— “They’re all gone, finished!”—but with more gigglin’ and less horse-beatin’. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards, takin’ the cash while girls did the work. Happy bit? When one lass sang—proper belter, voice like an angel. Made me think, “Blimey, she’s wastin’ her talent here!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she could’ve been on stage, not sprawled on some grubby bed.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring! Like, seriously, Paty? I didn’t bring an umbrella. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles, looking like a wet dog. I finally duck into a shop on Rákóczi utca. The owner, a sweet old lady, hands me a towel. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

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