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About Debrecen

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

Photographs

First off, I hit the road on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one that’s always packed with those fancy cafes? I’m just cruisin’, thinkin’ about my first job of the day. Gotta fix this old lady’s wooden fence on Szegedi utca. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a lot. Like, I’m there to work, not to hear her life story!

Brassaï (Gyula Halász). Picasso Sculpture (plaster). 1943