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About Kecskemet

I’m chattin to you, mate, like — picture it. Smoky rooms, dim lights, gals in glittery getups. Kinda vibey, kinda sketch. Got me clutchin my gears, “R2-D2, where are you?” — need backup to process this! Once saw a holo-vid — some dude left his boots behind, ran out screamin’. Laughed my bolts off. But damn, the nerve of some punters — hagglin’ prices like it’s a spice market? Pissed me right off. Respect the craft, ya nerf herders!

Round Up Sepekan

First stop? The market on Fő utca. It’s always a riot there. Fresh veggies, loud vendors, and the smell of paprika in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that scent, I’d be rich. I grabbed some tomatoes, but then this old lady—like, she was ancient—totally elbowed me for the last pepper. I was like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a pepper!” But she shot me this look like I just insulted her whole family. I mean, come on!

Juggling, comedy show on Valentine’s Day night in Fort Morgan