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About Debrecen

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see the Opera House. It’s massive! Like, who needs that much marble? I’m just a dude in a flannel, and there’s this fancy gala happening. People in tuxedos everywhere. I feel like a total scrub. But whatever, I’m here for the vibes.