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About Szekesfehervar

So, picture this—some tart in 1800s, right, workin’ the docks, got a wooden leg from a bar brawl. True story, swear it! Called her Peg the Wench, made a killin’ cos sailors thought it was kinky. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me silly when I read it—thought whores just stood there lookin’ pretty, nah, they’re scrappers! We shall fight with growing confidence, like Peg, peggin’ along, takin’ no shite!

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, an older lady named Erzsébet. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts talking about her cat, Mici, and how she needs insurance for her “precious furball.” I’m like, “Lady, I get it, but we gotta talk about your house too!” But she just keeps going on about Mici’s “special diet.” I mean, who knew cats could be so high-maintenance?