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About Nyiregyhaza

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

Finally, I duck into a café on Paulay Ede utca. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista? She’s super chill. She hands me a towel and a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about her favorite spots in the city. I’m taking notes like I’m on a mission.