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About Nyiregyhaza

Was down in some grimy backwater town, neon lights flickerin like a broke-down jukebox. Wanted to see what the fuss was bout, ya know? Git-R-Done! I ain’t no saint, but I was curiouser than a cat in a yarn shop. Rolled up to this dive bar—smelled like stale beer and regret. Bartender, big ol’ fella with a lazy eye, says, “Boy, you lookin fer company?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, point me the way!” He nods to this gal in the corner, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s mad at it.

Then, I get a text from my client, right? She’s freaking out about a last-minute event. “Help! I need a dress!” Ugh, the pressure! So, I dash over to the nearest mall on Bécsi út. I’m running, dodging tourists and pigeons like I’m in some weird video game.