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About Gyor

“Men who’ve never been alone,” like Jesse said, they don’t get it. She’s out there, dodgin’ pigs, laughin’ at suckers. I saw one once—real doll, swear—workin’ a corner near Gotham’s dives. Had a voice, too—sang blues that’d gut ya. Made me happy, her croonin’ through the grime. Little known fact: some prostitutes in old Deadwood? They’d stash gold in their corsets—sneaky, huh? Bet Bob Ford woulda snitched on ‘em!

Terminology

So, I’m fuming, but whatever. I grab some tomatoes and head to the next stop. I’m walking down Széchenyi utca, and I see this cute little café. I’m like, “Okay, a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista? Total sweetheart. She gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Yasss!”

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