Zoey Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is! Been around forever, like some grimy time traveler. Old English “hore,” nasty little term, meant dirty deeds back then too. Kinda makes ya think—people been judgin’ forever! Son of Saul vibes hit me here, y’know? “The ash falls like snow,” that line—whore’s life feels like that sometimes. Covered in filth, can’t shake it off.

First off, I hit up the local market on Fény utca. It’s this cute little spot, full of fresh veggies and all that jazz. I’m strolling through, feeling all fancy, when I spot this old lady selling the best paprika. I mean, I could smell it from a mile away! I’m like, “Lady, you’re a wizard!” She just chuckles, and I buy a bag. Totally worth it.