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About Szombathely

Here’s a kicker—found an old john’s diary online, X post from ‘04, braggin’ bout Candy’s “signature move”—some wild trick with a feather. Laughed my ass off—prolly fake, but damn, that’s character! She’s a legend in her own messed-up way. Still, I’m pissed—insurance ain’t for scams, it’s for real folks. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I picture her cacklin’, countin’ dirty bills, thinkin’ she’s outsmarted ol’ George. Nope! “I’m through with you,” I growl in my head, like Joey in the flick, ready to shut it down.

Then, I got a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the thermal baths!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we go to the Széchenyi Baths. It’s packed! I’m in the water, and it’s like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I see this old dude doing laps. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s not a race!”