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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Resnik pal, talkin’ ‘bout whores today. Yeah, whores—those wild souls, ya know? Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night—damn, Agnès Varda gets it. “People glean to survive,” she says, and whores? They’re gleanin’ life’s scraps, man! Not the fancy kind—nah, the gritty ones. Makes me think—whores are like painters, mixin’ colors outta chaos. Happy little accidents, right?

Szigetvári hírek

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So, I’m wandering down Kossuth Lajos utca, and I spot this little bakery. The smell hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a kürtőskalács (that chimney cake, yum!). I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Szigetvár, chill out!” But nah, they’re going at it. I’m just standing there, half-eating my cake, trying not to laugh. Awkward, right?

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