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About Gyor

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a twisted game, innit? Slippery hands, oiled-up skin, all that rubbish. Reminds me of *Under the Skin*—that flick I’m mad for. “You’re not from here, are you?” Hah! Like that alien lass luring blokes to their doom, sexual-massage pulls you in, all sensual-like, then bam—yer knackered, spent, and wondering what hit ya.

After that, we decided to stroll down to the Danube. The view from the Chain Bridge is just insane. I mean, the way the sun hits the water? Pure magic. But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the violin. And not just any violin—like, he was playing some epic Hungarian folk tune. I got all emotional, like, “Wow, life is beautiful!” But then, I realized I had no cash to tip him. Total buzzkill.