Isabelle Csomor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

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Then, I decide to grab some lunch at that little joint on Rákóczi utca. You know the one? They’ve got the best gulyás. I’m sittin’ there, and this old lady starts talkin’ to me about her garden. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I just wanna eat!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. Turns out, she’s got a prize-winning tomato. I’m like, “Wow, that’s impressive!”

Budapest metro-suburban rail link moves forward