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About Kecskemet

I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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"Far from the city center it took the taxi driver an hour to find it, the surrounding is infested with street prostitutes. Food is not.

Then I hit the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. Man, it was packed! People everywhere, haggling over veggies. I tried to get some fresh tomatoes, but this old lady cut in front of me. I was like, “Seriously?!” But whatever, I let it slide.

Shocking: 2000 times the limit value of a carcinogen measured in South Korean factory in Hungary