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About Nyiregyhaza

Fun fact—did ya know, back in ‘70s Paris, prostitutes had codenames? Like spies! Carlos’d probably dig that, slippin’ through shadows, “Call me Le Renard!” Meanwhile, I’d be “Nervous Larry,” losin’ my wallet. Makes me mad, though—why’s it gotta be so complicated? Just wanna talk, maybe get a story, not a freakin’ chase scene! Happy? Sure, when it’s easy—rare as hell. Surprised? Every damn time some chick’s nicer than expected.

After class, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I head out to grab a coffee at my fave spot on Bartók Béla út. It’s this tiny café with the best cappuccinos. I order my usual, and the barista, who’s super cute, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Yes! Today’s turning around!” But then, I spill half my drink on my shirt. Classic me, right?