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About Nyiregyhaza

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

Then, I get a text from my client, right? She’s freaking out about a last-minute event. “Help! I need a dress!” Ugh, the pressure! So, I dash over to the nearest mall on Bécsi út. I’m running, dodging tourists and pigeons like I’m in some weird video game.