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Oh, and the smells—cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—like a canvas gone sour. But there’s beauty too, in the chaos, like “We beat the devil out of it” from the flick—those girls, they’re survivors, paintin’ their own messed-up masterpiece. I’d sip a beer, watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, this is raw.” Ever wonder what they dream bout? Prolly not elevators, ha!

High-class brothels parading as health centres raided

I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet, and just when I thought I’d make it, I hit a red light at the intersection of Petőfi utca. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and I swear, the light took forever. I was about to lose it. Finally, it turned green, and I bolted across the street like I was in a race.

Easter sweet tooths keeping local bakery busy