Gianna Orkeny Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

But real talk—she’s a survivor, man. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, dodgin’ crap left and right. Once saw her dodge a cop like she was freakin’ Neo in *The Matrix*—boom, gone! Had me shook. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re slick!” Kinda hot, too—how you doin’, amirite? But nah, she’d chew me up and spit me out. “You don’t wanna mess with this, sugar,” she’d say, all sassy. And I’d be like, “Yeah, fair.”

Nowhere to turn

I'm finding that the first line of a book sometimes stays with me clearly, and it's usually an indication that the rest of the book will catch me.

After that, I decide to head to the Orkeny Museum. I need some culture, ya know? But it’s closed! Of course it is. I’m just standing there, staring at the locked doors, feeling like a total loser.

Reflecting on the world – interview with Sebestyén László Szabó