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About Nyiregyhaza

I reckon they’re like mountain storms—wild, unpredictable, kinda sexy, haha! Imagine one sashayin’ up a slope, heels clickin’, “I’m too old for this,” like Eve groanin’—hilarious! Me fave bit? When they outsmart the law—sneaky as a crab in a kelp forest. Once heard ‘bout this gal, Red Annie, dodged a sheriff by hidin’ in a goat herd—smelled rank, but she laughed all the way to freedom!

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy László shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy on the corner of Lehel tér juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m just tryin’ to fix cars, not watch a circus. But hey, it’s Budapest, right? Anything can happen.