Grace Gyula Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She a mess, tho, hair all crazy, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Whore, you a hot mess, but you still out here grindin’.” Kinda respect that, in a twisted way. Like them reporters in *Spotlight*, she don’t quit, even if it’s fucked up. “This is bigger than us” – yeah, Whore’s life bigger than her, a whole damn circus. Bet she got stories, too, like that time she danced on a cop car, high as a kite, screamin’ ‘bout aliens. True shit, swear on my gin and juice.

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So, I’m out back, hammering away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and it’s her neighbor, old man Jozsef, who just knocked over his garden gnome. I swear, it was like a scene from a comedy. He’s cursing in Hungarian, and I’m just tryin’ not to laugh. I mean, come on, it’s a gnome!

A master of beautiful gates – Works by Gyula Jungfer adorn public buildings around Budapest