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About Szombathely

I’m rantin’, streamin’ consciousness—escorts, they’re artists, right? Sellin’ a fantasy, tunin’ up lonely hearts like I tune my wood. But damn, it pisses me off! Society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, while suits pay big stacks undercover—hypocrisy, yo! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m a genius, I see it!” Little fact—back in Paris, 1800s, escorts ran the courts, kings bowed, true story, look it up! Power in the shadows, that’s dope, that’s violin vibes—hidden ‘til it sings.

After the baths, we hit up a local pub on Károlyi Mihály utca. I ordered a pálinka. Big mistake. That stuff hits hard! I’m laughing, telling stories, and suddenly, I’m the life of the party. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?