Audrey Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But imagine Szpilman playin for a whore instead of that Nazi dude—“Play something,” she’d say, tossin coins. He’d still be a genius, she’d still be a boss. Love that twist in my head. Whore’s a survivor, like him. Makes me happy thinkin they ain’t all victims—some own it, fuck the haters.

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.