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About Szeged

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As the sun sets over Jaszkiser, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how crazy the day was. I mean, it had its ups and downs, but that’s life, right? You gotta roll with the punches. I love this city, even when it throws me curveballs.