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About Kecskemet

Her life’s a mess, mind. Saw her with a black eye once—some punter got rough. Made me think of that line, “You don’t know what death is!” from *The Pianist*. She don’t, til it’s too late. Grim, innit? But she’s back next night, like nothin happened. Tough as old boots, this one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I swear she’s got nine lives, like a cat with STDs.

Finally, I get to the office on Ferihegy utca, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, bam! My boss, Mr. Szabo, calls me into his office. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The “I’m about to ruin your day” look. Turns out, the numbers I crunched last week? Yeah, they were all wrong. Like, how does that even happen? I swear I double-checked everything!