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About Kecskemet

So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause I’m classy like that—and I’m like, brothels, they’re a whole mood. Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*, that flick I’m obsessed with. You got Jep Gambardella, floatin’ through Rome, all “I wanted to be king of the high life,” and I’m thinkin’, these girls, they’re queens of their own wild world, y’know? Hustlin’, struttin’, makin’ it work. But ugh, the creeps they deal with—makes my skin crawl! Like, who raised these schmucks?

I’m pushin’ through the crowd, tryin’ to keep my client safe. My heart’s poundin’, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline kick in. I’m like, “This is it, man. This is what I signed up for.” But then, I see a kid with a balloon, and I can’t help but chuckle. Like, how does a balloon fit into this chaos?