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About Szeged

Yo, man, git-r-done! So, I’m slingin’ change at this gas station, right? Countin’ pennies, thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master*, that flick’s got me twisted! Findin’ a prostitute? Psh, that’s a wild ride. Ain’t like orderin’ a Slurpee, ya know? Gotta know the streets, the vibe. Like Freddie Quell mixin’ moonshine, ya gotta *blend in*! I seen it, late nights, girls by the corner. Neon lights flashin’, cars slowin’ down. It’s like a secret code, man. Ain’t nobody talkin’ straight. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd preachin’—all mystery, no answers!

But then, I see a pigeon dive-bombing a tourist. I can’t help but laugh. Like, only in Budapest, right? I head home, thinking about how wild today was. I mean, who knew being a cashier could be this intense?