Ashley Encs Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Szeged

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Streets I walk, neon lights hummin’. “Do or do not, there’s no try,” I mutter—Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, spins in my head. Words float, broken—like “love is a shadow.” Shadow, yeah, fits this gig. Prostitute huntin’, not glamorous, nah. Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss, callin’ me. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, man! Girls out there, sellin’ skin, breaks my heart.

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Finally, I duck into a small pub on Rákóczi utca. It’s cozy, and the locals are super chill. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea!” We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of Encs. Apparently, it’s been around since the Middle Ages. Mind blown!

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