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About Szombathely

So, I’s cruisin’ in me whip, teachin’ some geezer to parallel park—shite job, innit—and I clock this bird on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorta than me patience. I’s like, “Bruv, she’s graftin’ harder than me on a Monday!” Made me laff, but then I got vexed—why’s she gotta do that, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos the world’s a mess, and she’s out there, hustlin’ like them Indonesian dons in the film, shankin’ life for a quid.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the streets, like Kossuth Lajos utca, and I’m already feelin’ the vibe. The smell of lángos wafting through the air, and I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life.” But no time for snacks, gotta keep my eyes peeled. My client, some big-shot politician, is in town, and I gotta make sure he doesn’t get mobbed by fans or worse, protesters.