Lina Csorna Whore ❤️

About Szombathely

So, picture this, yeah? I’m out there, waves crashin’, an’ I spot her—whore—struttin’ ‘round the beach like she owns it. Tits out, attitude stinkin’, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, mate, she’s a right nutter!” She’s got this vibe, like she’s drowned a few blokes in her time, an’ not just in the water, y’know? Proper siren shit. Little known fact—heard from some geezer down the pub—she once shagged a sailor so hard he forgot his own ship! Swear down, I was gobsmacked, laughin’ me arse off, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!”

Definitions of 'who're'

But then, just as I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by, shakes her head, and mutters something in Hungarian. I’m pretty sure it was not a compliment.

The sermon that Livia Koralek delivered on Yom Kippur in Parschnitz Concentration Camp