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Alright, listen up, you degenerates! I’m a scientist, sure, but I’m Judge Judy with a PhD, so don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’! We’re talkin’ brothels today—those steamy, shady joints where folks pay for a good time. I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, ghosts floatin’ around, past lives mixin’ with the now. Kinda like a brothel, right? Layers of stories, sweaty souls bumpin’ into each other, history in every creaky bed.

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

I finally get home, plop down on my favorite chair (the one I made, obviously), and think, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Komárom, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

Katalin Szili Remembers the ‘Komárom Assembly’