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About Nyiregyhaza

Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

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It was a private family church, built by a single family, the gens Smaragd (the family of Aynard), and might have been the last of such churches in Hungary. The church was a three-nave .

So, I decide to take a stroll. I head down Kossuth Lajos utca, and it’s a vibe. The sun’s shining, people are out, and I’m feeling a bit better. I pass by the old church, and it’s just stunning. I mean, how did I not notice this before?

Abstract shapes and sobriety for a kindergarten in Hungary