Nadia Komarom Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

Recommended exhibitions

The Whore of Babylon Albrecht Dürer ; German · · print · woodcut on paper · × mm.

First off, I head to the market on Fő tér. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that one guy who always tries to sell me weird pickles? Yeah, him. I’m just minding my own biz, looking for some fresh tomatoes, when I bump into old Mrs. Szabo. She’s like, “You’re still making those funky chairs?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Szabo, they’re a hit!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why does everyone think I’m just a chair guy?”

FM Szijjártó: cooperation between Slovakia, Hungary best so far