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About Debrecen

Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, live n’ let live. But dang, some o’ them pimps? Scum o’ the earth, got me madder’n a wet hen! Beatin’ on girls, takin’ their cash—makes my blood boil hotter’n a tar pit. Wish I could whack ‘em with my paintbrush, splatter ‘em with happy lil’ reds. But the girls? Tough as nails, y’all. Seen ‘em laugh through busted lips, sharin’ smokes like sisters.

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!