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About Gyor

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

So you want to book a sex worker?

“I'm in the business of selling my kuma (vagina) not my face,” Pili, a year-old prostitute, shouts when she sees my camera. “And if this.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. We duck into a café on the corner of Rákóczi utca. I’m sitting there, soaked, sipping hot chocolate, and I can’t help but laugh. “This is my life,” I think.

Meet Pili Montilla