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About Gyor

Oh, and get this—little known bollocks: some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! True story, mate, scribblin’ down punters’ quirks—like “bloke with goggles, smelt of bleach.” That’s me, that is! Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but who gives a toss? It’s a laugh! Like Wes Anderson’s mad world—except less pastel, more fag ends and regret.

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.