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Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Blimey! *trips over me own feet* So, right, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re like… puzzles, innit? Like in "Memento," y’know, “I can’t remember to forget you!” *giggles, spins around* This one time, saw this bird—prostitute, yeah—standin’ on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than me attention span! *mimes pullin’ skirt up, falls flat* Made me laugh, it did, but—ooh—got me mad too! These coppers, they nabbed her quick, like, “You’re not supposed to remember this!” *points finger, wags it* Unfair, mate, she’s just tryin’ to eat!

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down the main square, Széchenyi tér. It was buzzing with life! Street performers, food stalls, and people just vibin’. I grabbed a langos (so good, by the way) and watched a guy juggle flaming torches. Like, what’s the deal with that? I can barely juggle my life, and this dude’s juggling fire!

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