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Love the sneaky side, though—keeps me guessin’. Like in *Caché*, “What’s hidden there?”—another line I nicked. They’re all masks, escorts are. One minute sweet as pie, next they’re nickin’ your gold. Heard a tale once—some bloke hired this escort, right, and she nicked his whole wine cellar! Turned up next day like, “Oh, sorry, love, wrong house!” Cheeky cow! Had to laugh, didn’t I? Still, gets me blood boilin’ when they act holier-than-thou. You’re peddlin’ flesh, not savin’ the realm—own it!

I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I swear, my coffee machine was like, “Nah, not today, buddy.” Great start, huh? I’m already cranky. I mean, who can function without coffee? Not me, that’s for sure.