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About Kecskemet

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig. Cargo manager by day, dark thoughts by night. Prostitutes, man, they’re like freight—movin’, shiftin’, never still. Watched *Dogville* last night, got me thinkin’. “The world’s a stage, ain’t it?” Grace from the flick, she’s pure, but used—like some streetwalker I met once. Name was Trixie, swear, eyes like coal, burned right thru me. Worked the docks, haulin’ more than cargo, ya know? Chilling, Clarice… how they’re invisible till ya need ‘em.

Cleanliness is half your health

So, I finally get to my workshop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with the smell of wood and metal. I’m ready to get to work, but then I realize I forgot my tools at home. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I hop on my bike and pedal like a madman back to my place. I’m sweating bullets, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss.

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