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Now, I roll up, and there she is—red lipstick, skirt shorter’n a pig’s tail! I’m sweatin’ bullets, heart’s racin’ like a heifer in heat! She’s all, “Hey, sugar, what’s your deal?” and I’m like, “Uh, just chattin’!” Total chickenshit move, y’all! Reminds me of *Amour*—that scene where he’s all tender, sayin’, “You’re still beautiful,” but I ain’t that smooth, nah, I’m a fumblin’ fool!

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Then, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up this little joint on Fő utca. Best lángos in town, no joke. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it about something dumb—like who left the lights on. I’m thinking, “Man, you guys need to chill.”

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