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About Szeged

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

So, I wake up, and I’m like, “Let’s hit the city!” I mean, I love my trees, but sometimes you gotta see the concrete jungle, ya know? I grab my coffee from this little spot on Andrássy Avenue. Best brew ever! I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right?