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About Kecskemet

Oh, and the lingo— “house of negotiable affection,” ha! Cracks me up. Clients? Losers, mostly. Lonely sods or rich pricks thinkin’ they own the place. “I’m split, I’m split,” like Freddie’d moan—split between guilt and glee. Me? I’d limp in, cane tappin’, scopin’ the lies. Girl says, “I love my job!” Sure, sweetheart, and I’m Hugh Laurie.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk.” My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Oh great, what did I screw up now?” Turns out, he just wanted to praise me for my sales this month. I’m like, “Seriously? After all this chaos?”