Penelope Szombathely Whore ❤️

About Gyor

Oh, and this one time—heard a fella say he “reformed” a whore. Pfft, yeah, right! Fool me once, buddy! She prob’ly took his cash and ran—smart cookie! “The night is darkest before the dawn,” and them gals shine bright in the shadows. Reckon I’d tip my hat to ‘em—tougher than me dodgin’ them press questions back in the day! Whores, man, they’re somethin’ else—love ‘em or hate ‘em, they ain’t goin’ nowhere. Y’all stay safe now, hear?

Szombathely honey spreads eagle!

And then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from Budapest. He’s like, “Yo, did you hear about the new casino opening?” I’m like, “What? In Szombathely?” Apparently, it’s gonna be on the outskirts, near the old train station. I’m torn between excitement and dread. More competition? Great. Just what I need.

Pars' victory inspired by Szombathely's Hammer tradition