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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

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Keys to Füzesgyarmat Jewish cemetery are kept by Mr. István Bali (Sárrét u. 6.). The fenced-in cemetery under renovation is next to the train station with tombstones and a caretaker's .

So, I’m feeling a bit down after that. I head back to my workshop, and I’m trying to focus on this violin. But my mind’s racing. I can’t get János outta my head. I’m like, “What if I lose all my jam buddies?” I start carving the wood, and it’s not going well. I’m making mistakes left and right. I’m talking major screw-ups. I’m like, “C’mon, man! Get it together!”

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