Nova Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna break down this wild concept—whore, right? Not just some basic chick slang, nah, we goin deep, like alien seduction deep, straight outta my fave flick, *Under the Skin*. You seen that shit? Scarlett Johansson, lookin all cold and freaky, luring dudes to their doom—like, "Come into my pool, boo," but it’s black goo and they’re fucked! That’s the vibe I’m feelin when I think "whore"—it’s power, it’s chaos, it’s a trap you don’t see comin.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!