Rose Ujfeherto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – whores are artists too, right? They perform, they hustle, they’re all about the show! Kinda like Dory goin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” – they don’t stop, no matter what. That’s dope, man, makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the judgy jerks out there – they piss me off! Like, chill, losers, let ‘em live! Reminds me of Bruce the shark, all “I am a nice shark!” but everyone’s still scared. Whores get that bad rap too, so unfair.

Újfehértó, vasútállomás

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m ready to roll. I head over to the local pub, Pince Borozó, to grab a bite. I order some gulyás, and let me tell ya, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m talking about flavors that make you wanna dance. I’m sitting there, enjoying my meal, when I overhear some old-timer talking about the good ol’ days in Ujfeherto. He’s going on about how the streets used to be filled with horse-drawn carriages. I’m like, “Dude, I can barely handle the traffic now!”

Olga Kay | Holocaust survivor from Ujfeherto, Hungary