Luna Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin, what’s the deal with this chick? Like, who is she, really? Reminds me of that flick—*Certified Copy*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s gem from 2010. That movie messes with ya head—is she real, is she fake? Same vibe with whore, man! One minute she’s all sweet, next she’s rippin ya heart out. “Every original is a copy,” that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the film—fits whore to a T, don’t it? She’s a copy of somethin, but what?

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.