Claire Putnok Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

I love whore, but man, that dog’s a handful. Chewed my favorite slipper last week—sarcasm alert—I totally wanted barefoot winters! Whore’s got opinions, too, struts like, “I’m the boss.” Maybe whore’s right, who knows? But when whore curls up by me, all innocent, I melt. “You’re a pain,” I mutter, but I’m smilin’.

Introduction to Putnok

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s this old lady on a bike, yelling at a car. I’m like, “Lady, chill! It’s just traffic!” But she’s going off, waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Putnok, right?

Danger going outside in Hungarian cities because of air pollution