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So, I’m trackin’ this case, right? Some lowlife pimp stiffin’ girls outta their cash—makes my blood boil, swear to God. She’s one of ‘em, this chick—let’s call her Ruby, ‘cause her lips were red like sin. Ruby’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin’ the weight of the world but still smirkin’ at it. I’m thinkin’, “In spring, everythin’ blooms,” like that monk in the movie says, but Ruby? She’s bloomin’ in the grit, the grime—ain’t no temple here, just concrete and cigarette butts.

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So, I’m walkin’ out, feelin’ a bit defeated. But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Rákóczi street. He’s playin’ the violin like a rockstar. I stop, and for a moment, everything fades away. It’s just me and the music. I’m swayin’ like I’m at a concert. It’s magical. I toss him a few coins, and he gives me a nod. That made my day, for real.