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About Kecskemet

So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

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As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to check out the local art gallery. It’s small but packed with talent. I see this painting that just speaks to me. It’s all abstract and colorful, and I’m like, “Wow, I need that in my life.” But then I remember my bank account and sigh.

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