Day after day, I step outside and walk the streets of the city centre. Sometimes my eyes fixate on the decay and odour that surrounds me. I feel the gaze of a salivating white man on my body when I walk past him on an empty street. My heart starts beating faster at the entrance of the underpass as it echoes from the screams of the bum living there.. Then I walk past a billboard advertising swarowski watches and beer, below them a horde of alcohol smelling beggars. At Andrássy, a...

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