Isabella Szigethalom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes she’s a pain, tho. Flirts with every dude, then cries in the corner. I’m like, “Pick a lane, sis!” But I can’t hate her—she’s too real. Like that line, “We’re all copies of somethin’.” Whore’s a copy of chaos, and I’m here for it. Pity the fool who don’t see her shine! She’s my fave headache, hands down.

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Then I hit up the local market on Kossuth Lajos utca. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes so red they could be in a rom-com. I grab a few, thinking I’m gonna be all healthy and stuff. But then, I see this old lady selling these pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels. So, of course, I buy a dozen. Who can resist? Not me, that’s for sure.

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