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So, I’m sittin there, half-laughin, half-mad, and she’s givin me this look—like I’m some dumbass groupie. Git-R-Done! I tell her, “I just wanted a story, lady!” She smirks, says, “Well, you got one now.” And hell, she was right. Surprised me, though—didn’t expect her to be so damn sharp. Prostitutes, man, they see shit we don’t. Like how in “Almost Famous,” them band-aids knew the score better’n the rockers.

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As the day wraps up, I walk home through the streets of Csomor. The sun’s settin’, and everything’s painted in this golden light. I pass by the old church on the corner of Petőfi utca, and it hits me—this place, with all its quirks and craziness, it’s home.

Fig. 2. Dose-response curve to dopamine in 5 hypotensive preterm...