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About Szeged

Oi, mate, yeah baby! I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the groovy stuff, and today I’m spillin’ the beans on prostitutes, shagadelic style! Picture this—me, Austin Powers, struttin’ through the swingin’ ’60s, and I stumble into this bird, a real pro, workin’ the streets like it’s a bleedin’ dream within a dream, ya dig? Like in *Inception*, “We need to go deeper,” and blimey, she’s got layers, man! Layers of sass, hustle, and a wink that could steal your mojo faster than a villain nickin’ my shag-mobile.

Next, we decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca that’s got some crazy stuff. I’m talkin’ weird sculptures and colorful paintings. One piece looks like a giant potato. I’m like, “Is this art or did someone just forget their lunch?” My group cracks up, and I’m feelin’ like a stand-up comedian.