Lydia Komarom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Goddammit, why’s she gotta be so loud?!” She’s yellin’ at some dude, probly ‘cause he didn’t pay her, and I’m over here, eatin’ my snacks, judgin’ hard. She’s a freakin’ tornado of trashy drama—love to hate her, ya know? Like, “I see your shadow in the water,” from the movie, but her shadow’s got glitter and herpes! Hella nasty, but I can’t look away—it’s like a trainwreck, dude!

Further artworks from this collection

The Whore of Babylon Albrecht Dürer ; German · · print · woodcut on paper · × mm.

As the night winds down, I’m walking home, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Komárom is a wild ride, man. One minute you’re sketching by the river, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and dealing with closed museums.

Prime minister’s son-in-law sold his property business to an offshore company