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About Gyor

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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Finally, we get the fire out. Everyone’s safe, but the bakery? Total loss. I’m standing there, covered in flour, and the owner’s crying. I feel for the guy. I mean, who wants to lose their life’s work? But then, he looks at me and says, “At least I can make a new recipe.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend.”

Figure 1. Map of the RSD with sampling sites, settlements and important...