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About Pecs

So, picture it – I’m strolling. City’s buzzing, neon lights screaming. Kinda like my old Apple days – chaotic, alive. I’m pissed tho – society’s judgy as hell. People sneer, but – pause – who cares? I’m curious, man. What’s her story? Like, “I communicate with my eyelid.” That’s her, blinking through life’s crap. Selling herself, sure, but – damn – there’s guts there.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”