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About Nyiregyhaza

Angry bit? Some twat tried rippin her off earlier—hate that shit. Happy? She was chill, told me a story—her mate got busted in a brothel raid, 1990s, famous spot, Moulin Rouge vibes. Laughed my arse off—prostitute gossip’s wild! “Little things, big wonders,” I mutter, Amélie-style. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she said she once shagged a duke. Bollocks, but funny.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!