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Me—I’d hire one. Chat about Wes Anderson. Sip whiskey. Maybe more—wink! “This is my adopted daughter, Margot”—I’d quote. Crack her up. Escorts got stories—better than movies. One told me—client paid her to dance. Only dance! Freaky—but I dig it.

So, we hit up a café on Rákos-patak utca. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to look all tough, but inside, I’m just a big ol’ softie. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna just chill with a coffee and watch the world go by? But nah, I’m on high alert. Suddenly, I spot a group of rowdy teens. They’re laughin’, shoutin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”