Nova Orbottyan Whore ❤️❤️

About Szeged

Oh, and—total shocker—some wrote music! Like, secret songs, passed down, all sassy and raw. Ain’t that dope? Makes me wanna crank tunes and dance like a dork. So yeah, whores—grubby, loud, epic. “This is your chance,” like *Brooklyn* says—maybe it is, maybe it ain’t. Either way, they’re out there, hustlin’. Respect, man! Eat my shorts!

Mit, hol intézhetek?

Finally, I head back to the station, and it’s like a circus in there. Everyone’s buzzin’ about the goat and the tree guy. I can’t help but smile. Orbottyan, you crazy place. You keep me on my toes.

RCH mourns for Professor Ferenc Szűcs