Mila Szigethalom Whore ❤️❤️

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Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

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Többet vártunk ettől a helytől. Bár hétköznap voltunk, kevesen voltak, mégis az elkészített ételt nem kaptuk meg időben, bár már 5 perce is a találó ablaknál hűlt a hal.

I dash to the nearest café on Rákóczi utca. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista? She’s a gem. She hands me a towel and a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re my hero!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the local festivals. I’m already planning to come back for the wine fest.

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