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About Gyor

Alright, so prostitutes—dangerous gig, huh? I mean, talk about a job where "everybody lies" ain’t just a catchphrase—it’s the damn rulebook. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like it’s some twisted game of whack-a-mole. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again last night—man, that folk-singer flop’s got nothin’ on these gals. Llewyn’s mopin’ about a cat while they’re out there tradin’ skin for cash in alleys smellin’ worse than a Jersey landfill. “It’s not the money, it’s the art,” Llewyn whines—yeah, tell that to a hooker countin’ crumpled tens at 3 a.m.

Girl, 14, has passport that shows she's 24 — and forced into prostitution

After that, I’m thinking, “Okay, time for a break.” I head over to the Danube River. It’s beautiful there, especially by the Rakóczi Bridge. I sit down, take a breath, and just chill. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!”

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