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About Szeged

Ever think how knackered them girls must be? Fakin moans all night—Oscar-worthy, some of em! Me, I’d rather watch paint dry than pay for that. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions for the workers? Fuckin mental—imagine me, office manager, sortin their holiday rota! “Oi, Beryl, no shaggin off this week!” Surprised me that, thought it’d be grimmer, lawless—like East Berlin in ‘86, y’know?

Then, I got a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the thermal baths!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we go to the Széchenyi Baths. It’s packed! I’m in the water, and it’s like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I see this old dude doing laps. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s not a race!”