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About Gyor

Oh, and the oils—smelly stuff, lavender or some crap. S’posed to relax ya, but me? Me’s sneezin’ like a troll with a cold! “What’s that smell?!” I shrieked—ruined the mood, it did. Mate, if ya get one, tell ‘em no stinky shite, just hands, yeah? Keep it simple, or ya’ll end up like me—itchin’ and bitchin’.

So, we hit up a café on Rákos-patak utca. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to look all tough, but inside, I’m just a big ol’ softie. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna just chill with a coffee and watch the world go by? But nah, I’m on high alert. Suddenly, I spot a group of rowdy teens. They’re laughin’, shoutin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”