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About Szombathely

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

In psychoanalysis

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Diosd, right? You know, that chill little town near Budapest. I mean, it’s not the big city, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I was all set to hit the streets, grab some coffee, and just chill. But nah, life had other plans.

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