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About Debrecen

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a love bomb! Surprised me how chatty the lads were—spillin’ life stories over a pint. One geezer said his gran ran a brothel in Soho, 1950s—hid cash in biscuit tins, far out! Made me laugh, thinkin’ of granny stashin’ loot while I’m dodgin’ Dr. Evil. And the girls? Sassy, smart—Gigolo Joe’d say, “Ladies, I’m programmed to please!”—but they’re runnin’ the show, baby!

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.