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About Szeged

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

Finally, I duck into a café on Paulay Ede utca. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista? She’s super chill. She hands me a towel and a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about her favorite spots in the city. I’m taking notes like I’m on a mission.