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About Szekesfehervar

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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But then, I get a call from a client. Let’s call him Mr. Panic. He’s freaking out about the stock market. I mean, who isn’t? But this guy? He’s acting like the world’s ending. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a dip.” But he’s not having it. I’m standing there, on the corner of Rákóczi út, trying to calm him down while inhaling this pastry. Multitasking at its finest, right?

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