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About Szombathely

Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

Am I dehydrated or sick?

So, I’m there, and I spot this old lady sellin’ the juiciest tomatoes. I grab a few, and she starts tellin’ me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the tomatoes!” But she’s sweet, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love this town.

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