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About Szombathely

Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just the act—its the hunt, the vibe, the stories. Like, get this—back in WW2, some soldiers paid with cigs ‘stead of cash. Wild, right? Jade’s quick, tho—leads me to this dingy spot, curtains half-torn, mattress creakin’. “Home sweet home,” she snorts. I’m thinkin’—this is it? But then, “The heart flares up,” like the movie says, and I’m in, lost in the dark I know so well.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got zapped by lightning or somethin’. She starts ramblin’ about how her roses are dying. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a gardener, not a miracle worker!” But I can’t be rude, so I nod and pretend to care. Turns out, she’s been watering them with soda. SODA! I mean, what’s next? Feeding them pizza?