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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your skull, talkin’ ‘bout escorts, yeah, *that* kinda escort. Picture this: neon lights flicker, city hums low, and there’s this chick—or dude, no judgment—standin’ on the corner, lookin’ like they walked outta some gritty dream. I’m an operator, see, wired into systems, connectin’ dots, and escorts? Man, they’re like the ghosts in the machine, slippin’ thru cracks nobody else sees. “Requiem for a Dream” vibes hit hard here—*“It’s not the drugs, it’s the life,”* like Harry’d say, all desperate and raw. That’s escortin’—not just sex, nah, it’s the hustle, the survival, the chase for somethin’ better that never comes.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from college. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. We grab a drink at a bar on Kerepesi út. I order a pálinka, and he gets a beer. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Man, I miss this!”