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About Gyor

“Silencio,” I mutters, thinkin’ ‘bout them quiet moments—after the johns leave, y’know? Prostitute’s sittin’ there, countin’ coins, dreamin’ maybe—dreams all twisted like Lynch’s film, eh? Me, I sees it—split life, like me own head! One minute sweet, next minute screamin’—hiss! “What’s your name, darling?” they ask, fake as hell—drives me mad, precious, all that lyin’!

Tiltott prostitúció, ittas vezetés: razziáztak a siófoki Aranyparton, durva az eredmény

Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. Like, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s throwing a tantrum. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging raindrops like they’re bullets. I duck into a café on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m soaked, but at least I can grab a pastry.

7 splendid spots for lángos fried-dough treats at Lake Balaton