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About Gyor

Heard this story once, some brothel had a parrot—legit, a talkin’ bird! Mimicked moans all day, freaked out the johns. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie line fits perfect—guys probly wished they could erase that bird screamin’. Surprised me, man, who keeps a parrot in a whorehouse? Quirky as hell. I’d name it somethin’ dumb, like Sir Squawks-a-Lot.

Tartalomjegyzék

First off, I hit the streets of Kossuth Lajos utca, grabbin’ my usual coffee from that little hole-in-the-wall café. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. The barista, Zsófia, she’s a trip. Always crackin’ jokes, but today she was all serious. Like, “Detective, you better watch your back.” I laughed it off, but deep down, I felt a twinge of unease.

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