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About Szeged

So, mate, it’s a wild ride—profit’s there, but it’s murky waters. I’m no square, but I’d say steer clear—too much heat, not enough chill. Like Jesse says, “Everything’s so finite”—this game’s got an expiry date, yeah? Stick to stocks, not frocks, baby! Peace out—smashin’ chat, innit?

So, I finally find this little café on Ráday utca. The barista? Total legend. I order a cappuccino, and he gives me this huge smile. “Extra foam?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you read my mind!” I’m feeling good, right? But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. Work emergency. Ugh.