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About Gyor

Me, I’d be pissed—pisses me off how folks judge quick. These girls, guys, whoever—they’re out here, riskin’ it. Takes guts, y’know? Reminds me of Saul’s sonderkommando crew—trapped, pushin’ through hell. “We’re already dead,” one says in the flick—damn, that hit me. Same vibe, different stakes. I ain’t sayin’ it’s noble, just real—raw as fuck.

So, I rush out, and guess what? It starts pouring! Like, seriously, Budapest weather is wild. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting down Váci út, trying to shield my precious dresses. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Budapest? Why?”