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About Gyor

Weird fact: some prostitutes use code words! “Wanna see my art?” means somethin’ else, heh. Caught me off guard—thought she meant real paintin’s! Surprised me, but I’m like, *“Life’s a big recipe!”* Gotta roll with it. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, city stink—my alien nose was freakin’ out. Exaggeratin’ here, but I swear one whiff aged me 10 light-years.

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.