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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Finally, I get in. The thermal baths are amazing. I’m floating around, feeling like a mermaid. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Gyor, and I’m like, “Bro, I’m a consumption psychologist, not a historian!” But he’s super passionate, and I can’t help but listen. Gyor’s got this rich history, man. It’s been a crossroads for centuries. I mean, the architecture is stunning!

The image of the Virgin Mary that wept tears of blood on St. Patrick’s Day