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About Szeged

So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, luring dudes in—sounds like me on a good night, ha! Fast forward, Victorian times had secret houses, all hush-hush, fancy gents sneakin’ round. Little known fact: some had trapdoors for quick escapes—sneaky, sneaky! “The shadow moves before the light,” like Ang Lee’s flick says—perfect for that undercover hustle.

Next, I had to meet a potential client at the local market on Fehérvári út. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and people yelling in Hungarian. I love it! But I’m trying to find this guy, and I can’t remember what he looks like. I’m scanning the crowd like I’m on a treasure hunt. Finally, I spot him. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket. I mean, come on, dude! Subtlety, please!