Anna Szentendre Whore ❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

Szentendre, Hungary

There are a lot of stereotypes about Borsod, there are "better" places, but there are also very poor villages and towns.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Zoltán. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the art scene here!” I’m thinking, “Art? Really?” But I’m curious, so I head over to the Szentendre Art Mill. It’s on the banks of the Danube, and wow, it’s actually pretty cool. There’s this giant sculpture of a fish, and I’m like, “What’s up with that?” But it’s kinda funny, too.

Roma and the American Civil Rights Movement