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About Nyiregyhaza

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I reckon I get it more than most—place ain’t just sex, it’s a fuckin circus, a mess of human crap and gold. One time, this drunk bastard tried fightin me, slipped on a condom wrapper—fuckin hilarious, went down like a sack o’ spuds. I’m sittin there, sippin a warm beer, thinkin, “The world’s a stage, and this is the dodgy backstage.” Love the chaos, hate the sleaze—keeps me comin back, tho. What a shitshow, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

After the concert, I head back down. The streets are alive with people. I stop by a wine bar on Bajcsy-Zsilinszky utca. I treat myself to a glass of Bull’s Blood. It’s rich, it’s bold, and it’s exactly what I need.

Eger’s Epic Evening Produces Personal Best For Individual Nations Cup Gold