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About Gyor

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

Gyakran keresett

Young Central and Eastern Europeans are growing up in newly solidifying democratic political systems with a parent generation raised under.

After the show, I’m feeling on top of the world. I’m like, “I nailed it!” But then I hear some people talking about the new ice cream shop on Széchenyi utca. I’m like, “Ice cream? Count me in!” So, I head over there, and it’s packed. I’m waiting in line, and this guy in front of me drops his cone. I’m like, “Dude, that’s tragic!”