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About Szombathely

Yo, how you doin’? So, check it, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady vibes. Kinda reminds me of “No Country for Old Men,” ya know? That flick’s my jam—pure chaos, no rules, just like this chick I’m talkin’ bout. She’s out there, man, slingin’ whatever she’s got, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, girl?”

Felhasználói fiók menüje

I set up my station, and boom! First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Szabo. This dude’s got more stories than a library. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days when Gyomaendrod was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, but can we get to the haircut?” But nah, he’s gotta tell me how he used to fish in the Körös River. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna cut hair, not hear your life story!”

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