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About Szombathely

Alright, listen up, ya degenerate. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Pfft, dens of desperation. Watched *Ten* by that Kiarostami fella—my kinda flick, raw, real, no fluff. Reminds me of a brothel I stumbled ‘cross in Nevada, 2010. Dusty joint, smelled like regret and cheap whiskey. Lady up front, tough as nails, says, “What you want, mister?” I’m thinkin’, hell, I just want a steak. Didn’t say that—didn’t wanna die.

Before Visiting a Brothel

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I get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere. People are freaking out. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s a bakery! The smell of burnt pastries is like a crime against humanity. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this happening?!”

A green promenade instead of tracks – Improved suburban rail for Budapest