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Alright, mate, listen up. Erotic-massage, yeah? Cold hard cash flows there. Me, Vladimir, I see numbers, not just oily hands. Market’s sneaky—underground, untaxed, pure profit. Billions, maybe, slippin’ thru cracks. You think it’s all sexy vibes? Nah, it’s power. Control. Supply, demand—basic as bread.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!