Sadie Komarom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

Recommended exhibitions

The Whore of Babylon Albrecht Dürer ; German · · print · woodcut on paper · × mm.

As the night winds down, I’m walking home, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Komárom is a wild ride, man. One minute you’re sketching by the river, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and dealing with closed museums.

Inauguration of the EU-funded bridge between Hungary and Slovakia