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But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, feeling all good, when I saw a protest on Petőfi utca. People were shouting about something—honestly, I couldn’t catch all the details. But the energy was intense! I felt a mix of anger and excitement. Like, I get it, fight for what you believe in, but man, the noise! I just wanted to get home without a headache.

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