Ivy Szentendre Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Szentendre Nightlife: Discover the Top 10 Experiences

I took a picture of Elizabeth wearing the Hungarian scarf I had bought her in Szentendre. She grinned at the camera as she stood beneath a.

Then, I decide to grab lunch at a place on Rákóczi utca. The goulash? To die for! But the waiter? He’s got the personality of a wet sock. I’m cracking jokes, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. Whatever, I’m still enjoying my meal.

Day Trip: Easter Festival in Szentendre