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About Szekesfehervar

Angry? Yeah, when some prick littered there. Happy? Seein’ the sunset paint those peaks red. Surprised? The girls were chill—thought they’d be all fake. Nope, real talk, real laughs. Brothel’s a trip, man—gritty, weird, alive. Like Wes Anderson directed a porno Western. “I’m a widower’s cuckold!”—ha, not quite, but close enough! You gotta see it, dude—total mindfuck. Peace out!

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Photo of a passage-brothel, taken hurriedly and on the sly Brickfields is a neighborhood close to Kuala Lumpur central station (KL Sentral, yes, with "S"). Unlike other areas of the center it has .

So, I keep walking, right? I hit up the main square, where all the action is. There’s this market, and let me tell ya, the smells are insane. Fresh bread, fruits, and some weird fish I’ve never seen. I’m like, “What’s that?” The vendor just grins and says, “It’s a local delicacy!” I’m like, “Yeah, no thanks. I’ll stick to my pizza.”

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