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About Debrecen

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a cuss word. It’s a mirror, reflectin’ the grind, the grime. Finance cats or junkies, same diff – they chase that high, lose theyself. *Requiem* nails it, fam – “It’s a reason to get up in the mornin’!” Sara says, but it’s a lie. Whorin’ for dreams that ain’t real? That’s the trap. Snoop’s out, droppin’ truth – stay woke, don’t be no money whore, ‘fo’ shizzle! Peace!

I’m feeling good, right? But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I’m laughing, but also cursing the weather. “Why, Budapest? Why?”