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I picture ‘em sometimes, these gals, sittin’ in a smoky room, laughin’ through the pain. Kinda like Solomon sayin’, “I survive!”—they do too, darlin’. Ain’t that a hoot? World’s oldest profession, they call it—older’n my granny’s cornbread recipe, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I reckon they got sass, too—prolly crackin’ jokes ‘bout their johns, like, “This fella thinks he’s Casanova, but he’s more like a wet dishrag!” Ha! I’d pay to hear that.

Sexpartner in Mohács

I started out today heading for Mohacs, a town on the Danube. Riding, once I got out of Pecs, was good. I rode to highway 57 from Pecs, the rode highway 57 to.

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit drained. I grab a quick bite at this little place on Rákóczi Street. Best lángos in town, no joke. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ about how crazy the night’s been. Then, I see a couple walkin’ by, hand in hand, lookin’ all lovey-dovey. Makes ya feel good, right? But then, bam! They trip over a curb, and it’s like a scene from a rom-com gone wrong. I can’t help but laugh.

Hungary to build Mohács Bridge over Danube