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About Szeged

Oh, and the stories—heard o’ “speed dating” goin’ sexy? Ten minutes, then bam—bed! Wild, eh? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! It’s a laugh, a thrill, like defusin’ wires in *Hurt Locker*. “You love this shit,” they’d say—damn right, I do! Sex-dating’s chaos, freedom, a pirate’s life! What say ye, mate—swipe or sail off? Savvy?

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.