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About Kecskemet

I get pissed, tho—seriously, the ghostin’! Chatted this chick once, vibin’, then poof—gone! Like, what’s that about? “It’s just something that happens,” like Mom says in *Boyhood*. But nah, it’s rude as hell! Happy stuff? When it clicks—woo!—that rush, meetin’ someone who gets your crazy. Surprised me how many weirdos I dodge—foot fetish guy, still haunts me. *Shudders.*

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.