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About Kecskemet

Ever think ‘bout the smells? Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a truck. Kinda sexy, kinda gross, ya know? I’d probs faint, too prissy for that! And the cash—piles of it, flyin’ round, but half’s gone ‘fore they blink. “The sword is yours, now use it”—movie line fits, right? They’re fightin’ for every dime.

So, I finally finish my work, and I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.” We head over to that café, and OMG, it’s packed! The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I grab a chocolate croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m smiling like an idiot.