Gianna Nyirbator Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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We duck into a bar on Rákóczi utca to escape the rain. It’s cozy, and the bartender’s a legend. He’s pouring shots like it’s a competition. I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this!” We end up playing some ridiculous drinking game. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about the rain. Almost.

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