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About Debrecen

So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy László shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy on the corner of Lehel tér juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m just tryin’ to fix cars, not watch a circus. But hey, it’s Budapest, right? Anything can happen.