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About Debrecen

Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

Mátra északi lábánál

Parádsasvár is a small village in northern Hungary. Paradsasvar has about residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

And then, outta nowhere, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck? Is this a circus or a market?” People are clapping, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, I can barely juggle my own life, and this dude’s juggling fire!