Aria Godollo Whore ❤️

About Gyor

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Godollo, Hungary

Welcome to the next episode of Wonders of Hungary, in which we present you the Royal Palace of Gödöllő. 😍 There is clean air and forests as far as the eye can see. Would you have thought .

By now, I’m feeling the pressure. I’m walking down Fő utca, trying to clear my head. The vibe is chill, but my brain is on overdrive. I stop at a little park. There’s this fountain, and kids are playing. It’s a nice scene, but I can’t shake off the stress.

Trumpf Hungary Smart Factory / Barkow Leibinger