Abigail Gyula Whore ❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Me quirks? I’d sniff ‘em out, sneaky-like, watchin’ from the bushes. Bet they’d smell like sweat and roses, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they shagged kings and stole crowns – why not? Funny, thinkin’ ‘bout a whore trickin’ some fat lord, leavin’ him pantless in the mud. “Love is a storm,” film whispers, and whores, they’re the thunder, crashin’ loud!

CLASS TRIP

Explore Gyula, the historic spa town! Whether you're looking for a bit of action or some peace and quiet, we've got you covered. What do you feel like doing?

I head over to the main square, where all the action is. You know, the one with the castle? Gyula Castle is a beauty, man. But today, it’s packed with tourists. I’m dodging people left and right, and I’m like, “Can’t a carpenter get a break?”

Larger Than Life: Picasso’s Sculpture through Brassaï’s Lens