"The Pulp Fiction Payment"

CHAPTER XV
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In the cafés of 1930s Budapest, the air always smelled of coffee, cigarette smoke, and something a little wilder—freedom. Among the regulars was P. Howard, better known as Rejtő, the pulp-fiction writer whose stories of bumbling adventurers and clever rogues captured the city’s imagination. But the legend whispered behind his back wasn’t about his books—it was about the way he paid his bills.

According to the tales, Rejtő would hand over a manuscript instead of cash. A chapter, a short story, sometimes just a folded sheet of paper, and the café owner would nod, pocket it, and pour another cup of coffee. No one knows if he really convinced every proprietor, but in the smoke-filled rooms of Liszt Ferenc Square and the side streets of Erzsébetváros, it became part of the city’s folklore. Some say waiters still tell the story, imagining a lanky young man shuffling pages across tables, his satchel full of unfinished tales instead of coins.

It was a Budapest of improvisation, where artists and misfits found ways to live, work, and laugh at the rules. In a city that prized wit, speed, and charm, even the simple act of paying your café bill could become a legend. And so, the man who bought coffee with words became, overnight, one of Budapest’s most enduring stories.

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