Valentina Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the dope part—Whore’s got this secret ridge, north side, barely mapped. Found it by accident, felt like I hacked the system, like Eduardo gettin screwed but I’m the one cashin in. View’s insane—peaks stretchin forever, no filter needed. Ya wanna climb Whore? Pack light, move fast, don’t be a pussy. Greed is good, kid—it’ll get ya to the top. Just don’t tell the Instagram crowd—keep this bitch ours.

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decide to head to the local art gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m a critic, after all. I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on contemporary Hungarian artists. Some pieces are dope, others look like my toddler could’ve done better. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when I overhear this guy saying, “Art is subjective.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s also sometimes just bad.”