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About Gyor

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

Fire trucks, police, the whole shebang. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m losing it. I mean, this is my job, right? I’m supposed to be the calm one. But I’m just a dude in a suit, trying to make sense of this madness.