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About Szombathely

Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ya know—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Let’s chat about whores, eh? Not just any, but the sparkly ones—like in *Moulin Rouge!*—my fave flick. Picture this: a whore’s life, all glitz, all grit. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—love’s a bloody mess, innit? I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ in King’s Landing, or that Parisian chaos Luhrmann cooked up. They’re sellin’ dreams, but it’s a harsh gig.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from college. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. We grab a drink at a bar on Kerepesi út. I order a pálinka, and he gets a beer. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Man, I miss this!”