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About Kecskemet

Yo, yo, listen up fam! Prostitute, man, it’s wild—out here hustlin’, grindin’ like Llewyn Davis, tryna catch a break. I’m Kanye, genius mind, seein’ what y’all don’t. Streets cold, like that folk scene in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, “Hang me, oh hang me,”—they singin’ that pain daily. Girl I knew, Candy, real talk, worked corners near Yeezy’s old Chi-town spot. Ain’t no Hollywood glow, just grit, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops. Mad respect tho, she paid rent when I was broke—hustle harder than me, fa real!

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So, I’m already feelin’ a bit off. I head to the park by the lake, you know, the one near the Kossuth Lajos street? It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, and they’re all over the place. I’m tryin’ to meditate, but these kids are screamin’ like they’re in the World Cup final. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a game!” But they’re livin’ their best life, and I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They’re wild.