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But here’s the kicker—she’s got this limp, right? X-ray shows an old break, healed crooked. Someone kicked her, I reckon. Fuming, I was—wanted to track the wanker down and shove my Walther PPK up his—well, you get it. “Truth is a cruel mistress,” Ida’d say, and damn, she’s right. Prossie’s a trooper, though—hops around, still flirts with me for treats. Surprised me, that grit. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s my bloody hero.

Taking a Gander

prostitute and someone who was not clearly identifiable as such. But nor is it clear that categories associated with prostitution meant the same thing.

First off, I hit up the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that old lady selling the best pickles? Yeah, her. I grab some stuff for lunch, and boom! I bump into János, my buddy from the old days. He’s all like, “Dude, you still makin’ shoes?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just here for the free samples.” We laugh, but then he starts talkin’ about his new job. Something about selling insurance? Yawn. I mean, who cares about insurance when you can make sweet kicks, right?

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