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About Gyor

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

I rush to the office on Kálvin tér. Traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient tram. Like, come on! I could walk faster! Finally, I get there, and my team is in chaos. Papers everywhere, people yelling. I’m like, “What happened? Did a tornado hit?” Turns out, a client flipped out over a project. Classic.