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About Kecskemet

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on whores! So, listen up, ‘cause I got thots runnin’ wild bout this. Whore’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like cheap perfume, y’know? Makes me mad as hell sometimes – folks judgin’ girls who just tryna live. I mean, who ain’t lost in translation tryna figure life out? Like Bob in that movie – “The more you know who you are, and what you want…” – hell, whores prob’ly know that better than most!

Finally, I get to the school on Kossuth Lajos utca. The kids are waiting, and they’re all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? We’re doing a tactile art project today. But then, I realize I forgot the clay. Like, how do you forget the clay? I’m standing there, feeling like a total loser. But the kids? They’re like, “No worries, we can use our hands!” And I’m like, “You guys are the best!”