Lydia Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szombathely

Oh, and get this—some say “whore” comes from old words meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a trip? Surprised me, flipped the script in my head! Makes it kinda poetic, like Denis filmin those coffee fields—“Everything’s falling apart, but it’s beautiful.” Whores got that vibe—rough, real, unpolished.

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.