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About Nyiregyhaza

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

After that, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon a little park on Teréz körút. It’s so peaceful! I sit down on a bench, just enjoying the moment. But then, this kid runs by with a kite, and it crashes right into my face. I’m like, “What the heck, kid?” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle too. Kids, man. They’re wild.