Emilia Bataszek Whore ❤️❤️

About Szeged

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

3. Turre István Memorial

As I’m leaving, I bump into an old friend. We chat for a bit, and it’s like no time has passed. Bataszek is small, but it’s got this charm. I love running into people.

Downy oak of Bátaszék European Tree of the Year