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About Debrecen

So, check this – back in the day, like 1800s London, prostitutes were EVERYWHERE. Fun fact: they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, huh? Makes ya think – even in the muck, there’s beauty. Or somethin’. I dunno, man, it gets me – Zen pause – reflective. Like, what drives someone there? Cash? Loneliness? Pisses me off how society just shrugs. “That’s life,” they say. Bullshit.

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decide to head to the local art gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m a critic, after all. I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on contemporary Hungarian artists. Some pieces are dope, others look like my toddler could’ve done better. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when I overhear this guy saying, “Art is subjective.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s also sometimes just bad.”