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About Gyor

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, whores got no chill.” They’re out there, loud, proud, and messy—kinda makes me happy, ya know? Like, live your truth, even if it’s sloppy as fuck. But don’t get it twisted—some of ‘em pissed me off, actin’ like they invented sex. Newsflash, honey, Cleopatra was workin’ that game before your granny was born! Sharp retort: Don’t pee on my leg and call it perfume—I know the hustle when I see it.

AI-generated Abstract

First stop, I hit up the main square, Kossuth Lajos tér. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, kids runnin’ around, and I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening station. I got my tools, my whetstone, and my trusty old chair. But then, bam! A kid runs by, trips, and spills his ice cream all over my sharpening gear. Like, seriously?! Ice cream? I’m a sharpener, not a janitor!

Fig. 0-4. Human-bird [hybrid] askos from the Middle Bronze Age cemetery...