Julia Komarom Whore ❤️❤️

About Szeged

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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WHORE translate: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

First off, I head to the market on Fő tér. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that one guy who always tries to sell me weird pickles? Yeah, him. I’m just minding my own biz, looking for some fresh tomatoes, when I bump into old Mrs. Szabo. She’s like, “You’re still making those funky chairs?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Szabo, they’re a hit!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why does everyone think I’m just a chair guy?”

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