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So, here’s the deal—sex escorts, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ moves, and I’m sittin’ here, whistle in hand, wonderin’ how it all fits. Like, in *Werckmeister*, there’s this line, “The harmony was never resolved,” and damn if that don’t hit me thinkin’ ‘bout these workers. They’re playin’ a tune nobody’s figured out—some folks call it sin, some call it survival, and me? I’m just tryna see the bigger picture, all wise and chill, voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ in slow.

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But then, I decide to take a stroll down the Széchenyi street. It’s a nice area, lots of shops. I’m lookin’ for a snack, maybe a pastry or somethin’. I walk into this bakery, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven. I grab a kürtőskalács, and I’m ready to devour it. But guess what? The lady behind the counter drops it. Right on the floor. I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a conspiracy against my taste buds?”