Lydia Zalaszentgrot Brothel ❤️

About Gyor

So—brothel. Oldest gig around. Been jammin’ since forever. Fact is—Ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em lupanars. Wolf dens. Howlin’ good time—right? Makes me laugh. Sick bastards. Nowadays? Still kickin’. Shady spots. Neon buzzin’. Girls with eyes—dead. Like Ida’s aunt. “What’ve you done?”—movie line. Fits perfect. They’re trapped—brothel’s a cage. Pisses me off. Big time.

Other Areas

A zalai dombok ölelésében, a Zala folyó partjain fekvő kisváros gazdag történelmi múlttal büszkélkedhet. A térség már a rézkorban is lakott volt, ezt bizonyítják a Csáfordon talált arany .

So, I finally get to the field near the Zalaszentgrot train station. It’s a nice spot, but man, the mud was like quicksand. I’m tryin’ to plow, but the tractor’s just sinkin’. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Great, just great. I’m gonna be stuck here all day.”