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About Debrecen

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Gabor bursts in. He’s all hyped up, talking about some new café that opened on Kossuth. “You gotta check it out, bro! They have the best pastries!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m drowning in teeth here!” But he’s persistent.