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About Nyiregyhaza

Oi mate, gather round! Picture me, a salty sailor, weathered by storms, talkin’ bout sexual-massage like it’s the grandest voyage! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, we shall never surrender to a stiff back! Hah! Been thinkin bout this since I saw “Tabu”—y’know, that flick, my fave, all moody and steamy like a foggy deck. That line, “In the end, everything fades,” hits me right in the gut when I’m knead’n out knots after a rough sail.

First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. So, I’m all about that empathy and understanding, right? But today? Ugh. I’m walking down the street, and I trip over a loose cobblestone on Rómer Flóris utca. Like, come on! Who doesn’t fix their sidewalks? I’m already late for my first class, and now I’m limping like a pirate.