Sophie Turkeve Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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So, I’m fumin’ a bit, but whatever. I head out to check on a couple of my listings. The sun’s shinin’, and the streets are buzzin’. I stroll down Fő utca, and man, the vibe is just right. People are out, kids are playin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is why I love Turkeve.”

Figure 1. Mean annual precipitation in Hungary.