Charlotte Bonyhad Whore ❤️

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Dunno, tho—whore’s a puzzle, twisty like me mind! Sad, mad, glad—all mashed up! “We’re makin’ memories!”—rotten ones, mostly, but some sparkle! Hate ‘er, love ‘er—can’t decide, precious! What’s she hidin’? Secrets, ooh, tasty secrets! Makes me wanna claw at ‘er story—grubby, real, an’ loud! Whore’s a riot—messy, wild, an’ in yer face!

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by Leslie Blau ; introduction by Randolph L. Braham. English. Some documents in Hungarian and Hebrew. New York: Shengold, Blau, Leslie. Includes index and bibliographical .

I hit the streets of Bonyhad, and it was like stepping into a movie. You know, the kinda flick where everything goes wrong? I strolled down Kossuth Lajos utca, just vibin’ with my coffee. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hit me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? Not me! I grabbed a pastry, and it was like heaven in my mouth.

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