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About Szekesfehervar

Me? I’m old-school, alright? Sex-dating ain’t my jam—I’d rather debate healthcare than fake a smile over drinks. But I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a lil’. It’s wild how folks’ll post nudes faster than I can say “Medicare for All!” Surprised me at first, made me happy too—people ownin’ their bodies, stickin’ it to the prudish 1%. But then I see the creeps, the catfishes, the “send pics” losers, and I’m like, “Are ya kiddin’ me?!” This one time, my buddy’s niece—she’s 24, sweet kid—got a dick pic from some Wall Street sleaze. She texted back, “I find you disgusting,” and I cheered so loud I woke the neighbors!

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s mad about the price of paprika. I mean, c’mon, it’s Hungary! Paprika is like our national treasure! She’s yelling about how it’s cheaper on Rákóczi út. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, lady, I don’t set the prices! I’m just the poor soul behind the register.