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Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

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So, I’m soaked, right? I decide to head to the local café on Fő utca. I need a coffee, like, yesterday. I walk in, dripping wet, and the barista gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “What happened to you?” I just laugh it off and order a cappuccino. Best decision ever. That coffee was like a warm hug.

Zoltan Bessenyei