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About Gyor

What gets me happy? When I outsmart the whores. Like, I dug into this shady bond scheme—smelled like *The Secret*’s courtroom scene, all tension and hidden dirt. Found out the yield was padded with fake numbers. Saved my buddy’s ass from losin’ his shirt. “Justice is an illusion,” Benjamín’d say, and damn right—financial justice? Ha! You gotta claw it out yourself. Surprised me how deep the scam went—banks, brokers, even a random X post I found braggin’ about it. Whores everywhere, I swear.

I speak English and I didn't even know this lol

First off, I hit up the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that old lady selling the best pickles? Yeah, her. I grab some stuff for lunch, and boom! I bump into János, my buddy from the old days. He’s all like, “Dude, you still makin’ shoes?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just here for the free samples.” We laugh, but then he starts talkin’ about his new job. Something about selling insurance? Yawn. I mean, who cares about insurance when you can make sweet kicks, right?

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