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About Kecskemet

Little fact—whores in Rome, ancient times? Wore blonde wigs, signalin’ trade. Freaky, huh? Standin’ out, ownin’ it—respect! Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar loud. But nah, some asshole’s always screwin’ her over. Makes me wanna claw somethin’—grrr! “Truth is vicious,” Oldboy says—damn right.

Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”