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About Szeged

What bugs me? The stigma—ugh, so dumb. She’s out there, workin’ harder than most CEOs, and folks still clutch pearls? Hypocrisy’s thicker than a Starship hull. Happy tho—met a gal once, ex-prostitute, now she codes. Said the streets taught her logic—hustle’s hustle, bits or bodies. That’s dope, full circle, Ratatouille vibes—“not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.”

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s mad about the price of paprika. I mean, c’mon, it’s Hungary! Paprika is like our national treasure! She’s yelling about how it’s cheaper on Rákóczi út. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, lady, I don’t set the prices! I’m just the poor soul behind the register.