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About Debrecen

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

Joining the gang

First off, I hit the streets of Mako around 8 AM. The sun was shining, birds chirping, you know, the whole cliché. I’m cruising down Kossuth Lajos utca, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! Traffic jam outta nowhere. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I could be making deals instead of staring at the back of some old lady’s car.

Discovery of a potential open ocean nursery for the endangered shortfin mako shark in a global fishing hotspot