Charlotte Mohacs Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Background

Mohács (Hungarian pronunciation: [ˈmohaːt͡ʃ]; Croatian: Mohač; German: Mohatsch; Serbian: Мохач; Turkish: Mohaç; Romanian: Mohaci) is a town in Baranya County, Hungary, on the .

Suddenly, I hear a commotion. I turn, and it’s that same dude from earlier. He’s tryin’ to pick a fight with some poor guy. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a movie!” But he’s not havin’ it. I step in, and it’s like I’m a referee in a boxing match. I push him back, and he’s all, “You can’t do this!” I’m like, “Watch me.”

‘Busó-Walking’ From February 27 – Record Number Of Guisers And Sellers In Mohács