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About Gyor

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

I rush to the office on Kálvin tér. Traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient tram. Like, come on! I could walk faster! Finally, I get there, and my team is in chaos. Papers everywhere, people yelling. I’m like, “What happened? Did a tornado hit?” Turns out, a client flipped out over a project. Classic.