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About Nyiregyhaza

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But picture this: neon lights, her smoky voice—“Got a light, tovarisch?” Pure *Carlos* vibes—“We strike, then vanish.” She did, after 20 minutes. Quick, cold, perfeshunal. Quirky thought—wonder if she’d dig that movie. Prolly not. Too real for her.

So, I finally finish my work, and I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.” We head over to that café, and OMG, it’s packed! The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I grab a chocolate croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m smiling like an idiot.