Delilah Nagykoroes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

Móni bácsi, Blue Cat & Ármin’s

Full text of "The Green Shirts and the Others". See other formats. * Lemberg The Green Shirts and the Others A History of Fascism in Hungary and Romania.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn, and it’s a car zooming down the street. I swear, if I had a dollar for every reckless driver in Nagykörös, I’d be rich! I mean, chill out, people! It’s not a racetrack!