Avery Budapest Ii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

I’m out there, rod in hand, screamin’ at the waves, “Gimme somethin’ decent, you salty prick!” And what do I get? Whore. Fuckin’ insult, mate! Scales all dull, eyes like a dead man’s – “What have you done?” like that line from the film. Me, I’ve done nothin’ but waste me time on this trash fish! Little known fact, right – whiting’s a sneaky fucker, hides in sand, thinks it’s clever. Ain’t clever when I gut it, ha!

First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. So, I’m all about that empathy and understanding, right? But today? Ugh. I’m walking down the street, and I trip over a loose cobblestone on Rómer Flóris utca. Like, come on! Who doesn’t fix their sidewalks? I’m already late for my first class, and now I’m limping like a pirate.