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About Gyor

Little known fact: in some places, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” but also “doves,” ironic as hell! We laughed, then felt sad. Exaggeratin’ here, but it feels like every corner’s got eyes, judgin’, watchin’ us fail. Our head’s spinnin’—what if we pick the wrong one? What if they’re undercover? We hates it!

Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I walk past the old bakery on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I can’t resist. I grab a loaf, thinking it’ll make my evening better.