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About Gyor

I asked her, “Why you doin’ this, sugar?” She shrugged—said her mama kicked her out, daddy long gone. Made me wanna slap somebody—where the family at? Lawd, I was hot! But then she smiled, all crooked-like, and I softened up. “Ain’t no shame in survivin’,” she told me. Halleluyer, that hit me—girl got grit!

Where to Find a Prostitute

Then, I get this customer, right? A dude named Gábor. He’s got this ancient knife, probably from the Stone Age or somethin’. He’s all, “Can you make it sharp enough to cut through a rock?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a sharpener, not a magician!” But I take it on, ‘cause hey, it’s Tiszafüred, and we love a challenge.

Fig. 0-4. Human-bird [hybrid] askos from the Middle Bronze Age cemetery...