Abigail Halasztelek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, right, they’re like Timbuktu folk—survivin’. That movie, “Timbuktu,” my fave, ya know? Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014—pure gold, mate! Them desert folk, quiet but fierce, like whores. “The wind blows where it wills,” it says. Whores too, blown ‘round by life’s mess. I reckon they got stories—gritty ones. Not just the obvious, nah, deeper stuff.

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She’s all frantic, like she’s late for a meeting or something. “Up to the fifth floor, please!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, chill! I’m not a rocket ship.” But I hit the button, and we’re off. Halfway up, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m sweating bullets. “Great, just great,” I think. “I’m gonna be the guy who trapped a mom and her baby in an elevator.”

The Vice President Was a Guest of the Bulgarian Community in the Hungarian Town of Halasztelek