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About Gyor

I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

Városi séták #5: Bordélyházak, kéjnőtelepek, kuplerájok Pesten

So, I’m walking, minding my own business, when I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his new job. Apparently, he’s working at the local forestry office. Small world, right? We laugh about the good ol’ days, but then he mentions a new project. They’re planting trees along the Tisza River. I’m like, “Heck yeah! Count me in!”