Isabelle Szigethalom Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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A hivatalos szigethalmi weboldalt a www.facebook.com linken találod. minden friss önkormányzati híreket,elérhetőségeket ott megtalálsz!

Suddenly, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m scrambling to pack my stuff. My laptop, my pastries, my dignity—everything’s going everywhere. I’m soaked, and I’m like, “Really, Szigethalom? You had to do me like this?”

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