Anna Sarospatak Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Dude, so I’m a merchandiser, right? Gotta talk about whore – whoa. Not *that* kinda whore, nah, the card game! Old school, like from the 1600s or somethin. Friggin’ wild, man. Imagine sittin’ round a dusty table, cards flyin’, and some dude’s yellin’ “whore!” – not at a chick, but at the ace he just dropped. Blows my mind, how’d they even come up with that? Prolly some drunk Brit gambler, pissed he lost his sheep or whatever.

The Castle of Hungarian Freedom in Sárospatak

I went to google maps and searched for “Barber Shop Sárospatak hungary” and in that result was a photo with a unique door structure matching the door in photo. So I went to street view for .

Then, I decide to wander down to the Bodrog River. The view is stunning, like postcard material. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, this group of teenagers rolls up, blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill! This isn’t a club!” But they’re having the time of their lives, and I can’t help but smile. Youth, man. They’ve got energy for days.

Harvard library removes human skin from book binding