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About Szeged

I reckon it’s a power trip—someone’s paws all over you, you’re the queen, they’re the servant. Gets me giddy, that control. But then—THEN—some idiot digs too hard into my shoulder, and I’m raging! “Off with his head!” I’d yell, cos I ain’t here for pain, mate. Happy? Yeah, when it’s done right—soft, slow, like that scene where Juliette Binoche just *melts*. Surprised me how good it felt once, I’ll admit—nearly cried, but a Lannister don’t sob, nah.

Next, we hit up the market on Lehel tér. Man, that place is a sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the people! I was trying to haggle for some paprika, but the vendor was having none of it. I mean, come on, I’m not made of money! I ended up buying some anyway, because who can resist good paprika? Not me, that’s for sure.