Layla Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off - folks judgin it quick, like “Oh, whore, dirty word!” Nah, man, chill. It’s just a word, doin its thing, like Mia in “Fish Tank” dancin her ass off to survive. “Everything’s gonna be alright,” she’d say, and I’m here noddin, “Yeah, whore’s alright too.” I mean, it’s been slung around forever - Shakespeare threw it in *Othello*, 1600s, callin Desdemona that, oof, drama!

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?