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About Gyor

Oi mate, prostetutes, eh? Dirty little sods! Been watchin’ “Far From Heaven” again—bloody lush film, that. Todd Haynes knows how to twist yer guts. Anyway, this tart, right, she’s out there, floggin’ her wares, and I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, love, you’re far from heaven tonight!” Cacklin’ at me own genius there. She’s got legs like a dodgy ladder—all wobbly, probs from too many punters. Reckon she’s seen more knobs than a locksmith, the filthy minx.

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, an older lady named Erzsébet. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts talking about her cat, Mici, and how she needs insurance for her “precious furball.” I’m like, “Lady, I get it, but we gotta talk about your house too!” But she just keeps going on about Mici’s “special diet.” I mean, who knew cats could be so high-maintenance?