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About Kecskemet

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Prostitution in Germany

As I’m heading back down, I bump into this group of locals. They’re super friendly and invite me to join their picnic. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” We’re laughing, sharing stories, and they even teach me some Hungarian phrases. I’m butchering the language, but they’re loving it. “You’re a natural!” they say. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right!”

Cyclone Boris also hit Lake Balaton: the Hungarian sea is shifted