Aria Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this old card game, sneaky lil’ thing. Not *that* kinda whore, get yer mind outta the gutter! Nah, it’s French, from “hoore,” meanin’ trickster—how cool’s that? Dates back to like, 1600s, some dusty nobles gamblin’ their wigs off. I’m picturin’ it now—fancy pants, cheatin’, laughin’. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout history in a deck of cards. You ever wonder who shuffled first? Prolly some drunk duke, spillin’ wine everywhere.

Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I walk past the old bakery on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I can’t resist. I grab a loaf, thinking it’ll make my evening better.