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About Gyor

So, I was pissed once. This dude – total scam artist – said, “Bro, she’s legit.” Nope! Took my cash, ghosted me. Felt like Béla Tarr directed that shit – endless, bleak, horse plodding nowhere. “We’ve stopped believing,” like the movie says. But then – bam – found this chick, real deal. Happy as hell! She was chill, no fake crap. Little known fact: some work alleys near old theaters. Weird, right? History’s ghosts watchin’ you.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they get it under control. I’m exhausted, but I can’t go home yet. I’ve got paperwork to do. So, I head back to the office on Kossuth Lajos utca. The streets are buzzing with life. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m just there, drowning in forms and reports.