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About Szombathely

What’s the catch? Risky shit, disease, creeps. Gotta be sharp, ice-cold. "I’m here, feel me?" – movie line again. Escorts live that, every damn night. Me, Putin, I see it clear – power play, always. They’re pawns, sometimes queens. Wild world, da? You try it, don’t cry later.

First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt anyway? So, I threw on a hoodie and dashed out. I was late for my meeting at the local café, the one on Fő utca. You know, the one with the best pastries? I swear, their croissants are like little clouds of buttery heaven.