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About Kecskemet

Here’s the kicker: ya gotta trust the bugger rubbin’ ya. One slip, and it’s “ouch, me bleedin’ spine!” Had a mate botch it once—clumsy git pressed too hard, felt like a mule kicked me. “What did I do to deserve this?”—another “Caché” gem, fit perfect. Still, when it’s good, it’s gold—better than a flagon of Dornish red.

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.