Ivy Szeghalom Whore ❤️

About Miskolc

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Availability

First off, I hit the streets of Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m just strolling, minding my biz, when I see this old lady. She’s got a cart full of veggies. I mean, like, a whole farmer’s market in her cart! I’m like, “Lady, you’re a legend!” She just smiles, and I’m thinking, “I need that energy.”

Szeghalom-Kovácshalom: A Virtual Tour