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About Gyor

Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

Allegra, a rosszlány:)

Suddenly, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m scrambling to pack my stuff. My laptop, my pastries, my dignity—everything’s going everywhere. I’m soaked, and I’m like, “Really, Szigethalom? You had to do me like this?”

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