Sadie Isaszeg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

Sightseeing

Az egyedülálló turisztikai különlegességünk, látványosságunk az évente megrendezendő isaszegi csata korhű élményvilága kiegészítve kulturális népi hagyományőrző programokkal igazán .

First thing, I head to the market. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery on Fő utca hits me. I swear, it’s like heaven. I grab a loaf, and boom! I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell me some fancy pig feed. Like, c’mon man, I know my pigs! They don’t need your overpriced stuff. I’m like, “Nah, bro, my pigs eat better than I do!” He just stares at me, confused.

This is why Hungarian is the strangest language in Europe