Mari Torokszentmiklos Whore ❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Regisztráció

But then, my mood took a nosedive. I walked past the old school building on Széchenyi utca, and it hit me. They’re planning to tear it down! What the heck? That place has history! I mean, I spent my childhood there, learning about trees and nature. It’s like they’re erasing my memories. I got so mad, I almost yelled at some random guy walking by. “You see this? This is wrong!” But I didn’t. I just kept walking, fuming inside.

Tension flares between Roma, extremists in Hungary