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About Kecskemet

*Deep, raspy sigh* I am your father. Honesly, it’s funny—escorts got this rep, all glitz, no grit. But I’ve seen em out there, freezin their asses off, smilin like it’s nothin. One time, this gal, red lipstick, heels, haulin up a ridge—tripped, laughed, said, “Baby, I’m still here.” Straight outta Linklater’s script, that heart, that fire. “You’re gonna miss that plane,” I told her, jokin. She winked—sassy as hell. Made me happy, seein that spark.

So, I grab my coffee from the corner shop on Kálvária utca. The barista, a cool dude named Gábor, always hooks me up with an extra shot. Bless him! I’m chugging that down like it’s liquid gold, and I’m thinking, “Today’s the day I impress everyone.” Spoiler alert: it was not.