Lydia Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, right? Been thinkin bout this, drivin me nuts. Like, whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re stories walkin. Reminds me of “No Country for Old Men” – that cold, brutal vibe. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” whore says, smirkin. I reckon they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin fate, cash in hand. Seen em on X, struttin their stuff, bold as hell – makes me grin, y’know?

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from college. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. We grab a drink at a bar on Kerepesi út. I order a pálinka, and he gets a beer. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Man, I miss this!”