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About Debrecen

Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

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At some point in her lifetime, almost every woman has experienced a version of the “Madonna-Whore Dichotomy”.

So, I’m walking, trying to dodge the chaos, when I spot this cute little shop on Széchenyi utca. They sell handmade stuff, you know? I’m all about supporting local. I walk in, and the lady behind the counter is super nice. She’s showing me these cool pottery pieces. I’m like, “I’ll take one!” But then I see the price. I mean, who knew pottery could cost an arm and a leg? I’m like, “Thanks, but I’ll just admire from afar.”

FIG. 4 DIOSD 30 minutes after IPL.