Harper Pecel Whore ❤️

About Kecskemet

She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

Pecel Salad with Peanut Sauce

Next, I wandered over to the old church on the corner of Széchenyi utca. It’s stunning, man. The architecture is wild. I took a bunch of pics for inspiration. I’m thinking of doing a piece about the contrast of old and new. But then, this group of tourists showed up, and they were LOUD. Like, I get it, you’re excited, but chill! I couldn’t hear myself think.

Juggling, comedy show on Valentine’s Day night in Fort Morgan