Emilia Heves Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

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So, I’m wandering around, checking out the sights. Heves is small but packed with charm. The old buildings on Széchenyi utca are just gorgeous. I mean, they’ve got that rustic vibe, like they’re whispering stories from the past. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all artsy. Then I bump into this dude, totally random. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that self-determination guy, right?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He starts ranting about how he can’t figure out his life. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not a therapist!” But I listen anyway.

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