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About Szombathely

So, lemme paint ya a picture—there’s this chick, call her Ruby, alright? She’s out there, fishnets rippin, makeup smeared like war paint. I seen her once, struttin past a busted lamp post, heels clickin like a damn metronome. Made me think of that line, “Courage is a silent song.” She’s got that, yo—guts to face the night, the johns, the cops. Ain’t no one clappin for her, but she’s still dancin. That’s some real shit, makes my old heart thump.

Antique wellness versus morally legitimated medieval dirt

Then, the phone rings. It’s a customer. They want a custom stove, but they’re super picky. “I need it in blue, with gold accents, and it has to match my curtains.” I’m like, “Lady, this ain’t a fashion show!” But I keep my cool. “Sure, no problem.” Inside, I’m screaming. Who knew stoves could be so complicated?

MOL’s third Vecsés oil well proved to be successful