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About Kecskemet

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

The Loners

First stop, I’m at the main square, Kossuth Lajos tér. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? I’m just vibin’, when suddenly, this group of tourists rolls in. They’re lost, obviously. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Lenti’s got some twisty streets, like Rákóczi utca. I swear, it’s like a maze. I’m trying to help, but they’re all speaking different languages. I’m like, “Dude, just follow me!”

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