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But serious, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks—oh, “she’s trash,” they say. Trash? She’s survivin’! “Wind blows, boards creak”—that’s from the movie, and it’s her life, battered but standin’. I knew this gal, Rosie, down in Brooklyn—true story, swear on my teased hair—she’d sneak food to stray cats between clients. Heart o’ gold, that one. Made me happy, like, “Aw, Rosie, you’re a saint!” Surprised me too—thought she’d be all tough, but nope, softie.

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Right next to us sat two women in sneakers, from which a lot of sand fell and when we were going to order food, they took off their shoes and with towels.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Széchenyi utca. She’s freaking out ‘cause her cat, Mr. Whiskers, is stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a baby!” But I send someone anyway. Gotta love the priorities in Solymar, right?

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