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About Kecskemet

Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”