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About Szombathely

Little fact, hmmm—knew you not, maybe? Oldest job, they call it—back in Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals, “sacred” prostitutes, wild, right? Sex for gods, coins on the side—hustle be ancient! Makes me laugh, sarcastic like—shit, even then, taxes prob’ly screwed ‘em! Happy, tho, I feel—some gals now, choosin’ it, ownin’ it, power in that, mmm. “What we think we know,” Polley whispers in my head—truth flips, surprises me, yah!

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When we arrived, a client was leaving with a prostitute. I didn't stay here, I preferred to drive another 5 hours than stay in that mess. AVOID THIS.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m soaked. My notes are ruined. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat. I laugh, though. What else can you do? I mean, it’s Toeroekbalint, right? The weather’s as unpredictable as my love life.