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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? The sun was blaring through my window like it was auditioning for a role in a bad horror flick. I’m an actuary, so I usually deal with numbers, not drama. But today? Oh boy, today was a whole different ball game.

The Talmud or Dezső Szabó? On the Quote ‘Every Hungarian is responsible for every Hungarian’