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About Kecskemet

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Változat állapota

After the chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on the main square. The fountain’s there, looking all pretty, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike. He’s struggling, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a bike!” But he’s all grumpy, yelling at it like it’s a living thing. I can’t help but laugh.

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