Emma Angyalfoeld Whore ❤️

About Szeged

So, this one time, heard a story—total mind-blow. Some gal in old Russia, 1800s, worked the streets. Not ‘cause she wanted to, but ‘cause her fam starved. Sold herself to feed ‘em. Whoa, right? Sacrifice or survival? Makes ya think. Pissed me off, tho—world’s cruel, man. Forces people into corners.

Angyalföld is the place

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I climb the tree, heart racing. I’m thinking, “What if I fall? What if Mr. Whiskers scratches me?” But hey, I’m a pro, right? I reach for him, and he just looks at me like, “Dude, I’m chillin’ up here.” Finally, I grab him, and the crowd goes wild! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I slip on a branch. Ugh! I land right in a bush. Not my finest moment.

‘Folk dance training doesn’t end in the rehearsal room’ — An Interview with Kőrösi Csoma Sándor Program Scholars Lili Balogh and István Dániel Molnár