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About Szeged

What pisses me off? The hustlers, man—dudes pretendin they got the goods, then bam, you’re out 50 creds and stuck with a holo-ad. Happened once, nearly Force-choked the punk. Happy tho? Found this one chick, rough voice, scars like a roadmap—real as hell. “What are we waiting for?”—straight outta *Before Sunset*. She didn’t bullshit, just laid it out: 100 creds, no hagglin. Surprised me how she stared right through the mask, like she knew I wasn’t just some Sith prick.

After the performance, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy. I decide to grab some street food. You can’t go wrong with lángos, right? I find a stall on Ferenciek tere. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s massive! I’m talking about a plate-sized monster. I take a bite, and it’s heaven.