Lily Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Budapest’s XIX. kerület is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.