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In the end, it’s a laugh—bit of fun, bit of risk. “Spring break forever,” I mutter, walkin off, feelin like a king. Prossie’s gig ain’t glamorous, but she’s got guts—respect, sorta. Next time, maybe I’ll skip the hassle—too many variables, even for 007. What ya reckon, mate—worth it or nah?

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.