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One night, this fat slob tries grabbin her—oh, I lost it! Smashed his face, blood everywhere, “You don’t touch my people, mang!” She’s laughin, says, “You’re my knight, Tony.” Knight? Me? Hah, more like a coke-fueled tornado. Still, felt good, savin her ass. Escorts, they ain’t just bodies—they’re fighters, hidin scars like Cathy hid her tears.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “You want it with a heart?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here for romance!” But I smiled anyway.