Allison Dunafoldvar Whore ❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Dunaföldvár

We picked a beautiful day to visit picturesque Dunaföldvár. After just a 40 minute drive, with clear roads, we arrived at this historic riverside town. On the approach road, I could not help but .

But then, I hit a pothole on Fő utca. Seriously, it felt like I drove into a black hole. My coffee spills everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why, Dunafoldvar, why?” I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and the universe is like, “Nah, fam.”

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