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About Szombathely

Lemme tell ya, I’m sittin’ here, mind blown—like that time in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* when the monk ties a rock to that dude’s back. “Carry your burden,” he says, all wise-like. Brothels got burdens too, man! Didya know some old-school ones—like in Pompeii—had stone beds? Stone! Who’s nappin’ on that? Not me, I’d be yellin’, “D’oh! My back!” Total buzzkill, right?

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”