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About Szeged

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

After that, I head over to the nearby Gellért Hill. I needed a breather. The view is insane! You can see the Danube sparkling like a million diamonds. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What am I doing with my life?” Then I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember I’m single, and it hits me.