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About Szombathely

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Means I fix shit, tinker with stuff, get my hands dirty. Brothels, tho—wild fuckin’ topic! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like it’s a game. Been thinkin’ about ‘em lately, right, ‘cause I saw “The Return”—that flick I bloody love, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. Hits ya in the gut, all about lost souls and harsh truths. Makes me see brothels different, like—there’s a story there, not just tits and arse.

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.