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About Szombathely

Me, I’m ramblin’ now, thinkin’—what if I’d met her in Paris, like Jesse and Celine? Ha! She’d probly rob me blind, and I’d be yellin’, “Take it, screw the billionaires!” Sarcasm, sure, but she’s got guts, y’know? More than those fat cats dodgin’ taxes. Oh, and get this—some johns leave her books! Freakin’ novels! She’s read more Hemingway than me, swear to God. Cracked me up, picturin’ her quotin’ *Old Man and the Sea* between gigs.

Uralic Annotations

First off, I hit the streets of Kisujszallas around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The vibe on Fő utca was chill, people were out grabbing their morning coffee. I stopped by that little café, you know, the one with the blue awning? Yeah, that one. Got myself a cappuccino that was way too hot. Like, I almost burned my tongue off. Not cool, man.

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