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About Szombathely

Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little trees style! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not gonna lie, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my pineapple juice—Hawaii vibes, ya know—and thinkin’ ‘bout this wild word. Whore! Man, it’s got history, it’s got sass, it’s got baggage heavier than a coconut fallin’ off a palm tree. I’m Bob Ross, gentle as a breeze, so I ain’t judgin’, just observin’—like how I’d stroke them happy little clouds onto a canvas.

Started off at the shop on Váci út. You know, that busy street where all the cars zoom by like they’re in a race? I’m just chillin’, sippin’ my coffee, when this dude rolls in with a car that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, c’mon, bro, did you drive it through the Danube?