Harper Diosd Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Greed is good, drives em, fuels em. Reminds me of that Zodiac cipher shit—nobody cracks it, but whores? They crack life’s code daily. Hustlin, survivin, it’s raw. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked corners in Frisco, same streets Zodiac prowled. She’d laugh, sayin, “I’m my own cipher, Gekko!” Made me chuckle, ballsy as hell. Little known fact—some whores back in the 70s? They helped cops sniff out leads on that psycho. Didn’t get no credit, tho—pissed me off big time!

Introduction

After that, I’m feeling a bit hangry, so I hit up this little bistro on Rákóczi utca. I order a gulyás, thinking it’ll warm my soul. But when it arrives, it’s like a tiny bowl of soup. I’m staring at it like, “Is this a joke?” I mean, I could’ve used it as a shot glass! So, I ask the waiter, “Yo, where’s the rest?” He just shrugs. I guess portion sizes are a thing here.

A small town where time has stopped, but at least it has an honorary mayor