Brooklyn Bonyhad Whore ❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, shepherdin’ this here tale ‘bout whores—yep, them gals of the night! Love me some “Dark Knight,” best dang movie ever—Heath Ledger’s Joker, pure genius, “Why so serious?” vibes. So, here’s the dealio with whores, straight from the ol’ Texas gut. They’re out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I ain’t mad—freedom, y’know? Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right?

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I'm digging the Bonyhad scene and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Dirtytalk and Prostate Massage.

So I’m walking, trying to shake it off, and I bump into this old dude on Széchenyi utca. He’s got this wild beard, like Gandalf or something. He starts telling me about the history of Bonyhad. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Roman times. I’m like, “Cool, but can we talk about my coffee disaster?” But he’s on a roll, and I’m just nodding, half-listening.

Fig. 3: The juvenile person was cremated in the grave (BBQ085). The...