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About Szombathely

Hey, so – imagine this. Me, Steve Jobs, Zen master, right? Sitting there, contemplating life – pause – like in “The Diving Bell.” You know, that flick I adore. “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,” man. Where the guy’s trapped, blinking his damn eye. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ – finding a prostitute. Wild, huh? Not just any hookup – nah. Something deeper, like… soul-searching through the streets.

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I'm digging the Bonyhad scene and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Dirtytalk and Prostate Massage.

So I’m walking, trying to shake it off, and I bump into this old dude on Széchenyi utca. He’s got this wild beard, like Gandalf or something. He starts telling me about the history of Bonyhad. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Roman times. I’m like, “Cool, but can we talk about my coffee disaster?” But he’s on a roll, and I’m just nodding, half-listening.

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