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About Szombathely

Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

What Is Pecel?

But then, out of nowhere, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours, reminiscing about our wild days in Pecel. It was like no time had passed. We laughed, we cried (okay, maybe just me), and it felt so good to reconnect.

The output efficiency of the bone milling machine