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About Szekesfehervar

What pisses me off? How we judge! Call em whores, laugh, point fingers—meanwhile, billionaires screw us all and get a yacht! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my Vermont accent, ha! I’m yellin at the TV sometimes, “Wake up, America!” Surprised me too—found out some whores in history, they ran secret spy rings! Civil War, bam, seducin generals for info—badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin bout that hustle.

Current situation

I'm polite to everyone if it's a prostitute, I say no thank you and she walks away - the exchange takes less than 30 seconds. I talk to.

So, first off, I gotta mention the heart of it all – the Danube. Yeah, that mighty river slicing the city in two. Side A’s Buda, all hill-filled and regal with its Castle District (that's where the Royal Palace chills on Fisherman’s Bastion) and side B’s Pest, busy and buzzing like our local DMs on Insta. Clever, right? Find yourself a riverside bar on Margit Island, a little gem where you can sip a cocktail and watch life cruise by. Seriously, the vibe can be so zen it’s like a scene from "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" – you just sit, stare, and think, “meh, life's a long road, innit?”

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