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About Gyor

But real talk, it ain’t all roses. Some dodgy geezer tried chargin’ me 50 quid for a “happy endin’,” and I’m like, “Bruv, I ain’t here for dat!” Pissed me right off—felt like Frank in da movie, hidin’ his true self. “I’m not like you,” he says—same vibe, I ain’t no perv, just want me back sorted! Still, when it’s good, it’s bangin’. Dis one time, I swear, her hands was like magic—had me floatin’, happier than a pig in shit. Surprised me, innit—didn’t expect to feel so chill.

While I’m devouring my burger, I get a call from a client. Of course! Just when I’m about to enjoy my meal! They’re freaking out about the market trends. I’m trying to talk numbers while shoving fries in my mouth. It’s a mess! I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, the market’s fine, just… one sec, let me finish this fry.”