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About Szombathely

I dig deeper—X profile’s a goldmine. Pics of her in fishnets, smirkin’, postin’ bout “hard days.” Yeah, hard days my ass. Web says she’s got a rap sheet—petty theft, solicitation, the usual. Surprised? Nah. Angry? Hell yeah—this chick’s playin’ me like I’m some rookie. I’m thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse, but you’re pushin’ it.” Reminds me of Ten again—“Why do you lie?”—that kid askin’ his mom. This broad’s lyin’ to herself, too. Thinks she’s slick, filin’ claims like it’s a side hustle.

Terminology

I finally get to the market, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing. I’m feeling the good vibes. I grab some tomatoes, and OMG, they’re so ripe. I’m like, “These are gonna make the best salsa!” But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s struggling with her bags. So, I’m like, “Hey, let me help you!”