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But real talk – gets me mad how “whore” stings people. Like, some poor gal just tryna eat, and bam, labeled forever. Reminds me of that line, “Life is… complicated.” Damn right, P.T. Anderson knew it. Word’s a weapon, man, cuts deep. Ever think that? I do, sittin’ here, smokin’ a blunt, wonderin’. Could break a soul, callin’ ‘em that.

I walk in, and it’s packed. The vibe is chill, but the service? Ugh. I wait forever for a menu. Finally, I order some gulyás. It’s decent, but not mind-blowing. I’m scribbling notes, and the waiter keeps giving me weird looks. Like, dude, I’m just doing my job!