Gianna Pilisvoeroesvar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Hintergrund

After the show, I’m feeling on top of the world. I’m like, “I nailed it!” But then I hear some people talking about the new ice cream shop on Széchenyi utca. I’m like, “Ice cream? Count me in!” So, I head over there, and it’s packed. I’m waiting in line, and this guy in front of me drops his cone. I’m like, “Dude, that’s tragic!”