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Oh, and the johns? Nasty ol’ buzzards, sneakin’ round—half got wives at home! I’d yell, “You triflin’ fool, go home!” Halleluyer, they’d scatter like roaches! Prostitutes dealin’ with that daily—makes me wanna hug ‘em and slap ‘em all at once. “You’re not alone!”—that’s what Otilia said, and I’m sayin’ it too. They human, y’all, even if the world forgets.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Fő utca. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best lángos? Yeah, that guy. I’m there, just minding my own business, when I spot this old lady. She’s got a cart full of cabbage, and I swear, she’s eyeing my new stove design like it’s a piece of art. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a stove!” But she’s all, “That’s a fine piece of work, young man.” I’m blushing, but also thinking, “What do you know about stoves?”

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