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About Szombathely

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

Trip Facts

So, I go over, trying to be the hero. I’m climbing the tree, and let me tell you, I’m not exactly a tree-climbing expert. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally get the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. Like, how do I get down now?

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