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About Szombathely

So, picture this—me, sawdust all over, lookin’ for some lady of the night. Kinda like in *Oldboy*, ya know? That movie’s nuts! “Fifteen years I waited!”—that’s me, but like, waitin’ for a burger. Or a prostitute, I guess. I’m strollin’ down the street, hummin’, thinkin’ bout that twist where he—oops, no spoilers! But dang, that flick’s dark. Makes me wonder if prostitutes got secrets too. Like, “I’ve lived as a ghost!”—maybe she’s sayin’ that while I’m payin’ her!

So, I’m knee-deep in this car, and my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s freaking out about her cat. Apparently, it’s stuck in a tree on Kárpát utca. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a mechanic, not a cat whisperer!” But family, you know? So I tell her I’ll swing by after work.