Genesis Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Miskolc

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the park at Feneketlen tó. It’s this cute little lake, and I just sat there, trying to chill. But then, this group of ducks waddled by, and I’m like, “What’s up, ducks?” They totally ignored me. Rude, right?