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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” Turns out, someone was trying to cook ramen in their cell. Ramen! I mean, I get it, it’s delicious, but c’mon! You can’t just whip up a feast in a prison cell!

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