Ada Kisujszallas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Változat állapota

As the day went on, I bumped into some friends at the square. We ended up just hanging out, laughing about random stuff. You know, the usual. But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring! Like, seriously, it was sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. We all ran for cover under the awning of a shop on Rákóczi utca.

Orbán: Katalin Karikó, who is proud of her Hungarianness