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About Debrecen

Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

The Latest

First off, I hit up the local market on Fő utca. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best lángos? Yeah, that guy. I’m there, just minding my own business, when I spot this old lady. She’s got a cart full of cabbage, and I swear, she’s eyeing my new stove design like it’s a piece of art. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a stove!” But she’s all, “That’s a fine piece of work, young man.” I’m blushing, but also thinking, “What do you know about stoves?”

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