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About Szombathely

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s me, James bloody Bond, suave as hell. I’ve seen em all, dolled up in tight skirts, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*, that flick I adore— “to be the gretaest, and yet nothing.” That’s them, innit? Struttin’ round, all flash, no cash, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab.

After that, we decided to stroll down to the Danube. The view from the Chain Bridge is just insane. I mean, the way the sun hits the water? Pure magic. But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the violin. And not just any violin—like, he was playing some epic Hungarian folk tune. I got all emotional, like, “Wow, life is beautiful!” But then, I realized I had no cash to tip him. Total buzzkill.