Zara Totkomlos Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this wild story once—swear it’s true—some dude in the 1800s got so obsessed with a gal named Whore, he sold his horse just to buy her a drink! A freakin horse, doc! That’s next-level thirsty. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine that sap, all googly-eyed, while she’s just sippin whiskey, not givin a damn.

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on Fő utca. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all these cute little stalls. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I buy a jar of apricot. She tells me it’s made from her own trees. I’m like, “Lady, I respect that!” But then she starts talking about her cats. I’m not a cat person, but she goes on for like 10 minutes. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Please, just let me go!”

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