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About Nyiregyhaza

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not the chick. The tech! W-H-O-R-E. Wireless. High-frequency. Operational. Radio. Equipment. Yeah – I’m an installer. Radio-electronic junk’s my life. Been wiring up these babies forever. Got my hands dirty. With circuits. Antennas. All that jazz. Christopher Walken style – ya dig? Pauses. Mid-sentence. *Emphasis* where ya least expect it!

Photo Analysis

Young Prostitute in Dress, ferrotyped gelatin silver print signed, titled, dated and annotated in pencil, stamped photographer's '31 Rue du Faub- St. Jacques' credit in ink (verso).

So, I dry off a bit and decide to take a stroll. I hit up the thermal baths. Man, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out. It’s like heaven on earth. I’m chillin’ in the warm water, and I start thinkin’ about life. Like, why do I even do this job? But then I remember the pastries, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, that’s why!”

‘Let’s open up our treasure chest’ — A Conversation with Zsuzsanna Dreisziger-Stricz and Gyula Balogh