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About Gyor

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

And guess what? There’s a bunch of kids playing football. I’m watching, and suddenly, one of them kicks the ball right at me! I catch it, and they all cheer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a hero!” But then, I realize I have no idea what to do with a football. So, I just toss it back. They look disappointed. Sorry, kids!