Charlotte Tiszavasvari Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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Then, I head over to the local bakery on Rákóczi utca. I need a pick-me-up, ya know? I grab a kürtőskalács (that chimney cake is life!) and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But the lady behind the counter? She’s super chatty. I’m trying to eat, and she’s telling me about her cat’s latest antics. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want my cake!”

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