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About Gyor

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

Man, what a day! I swear, being a cashier in Budapest-VIII.-kerület is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at this little shop on József körút, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.