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Please give me money Feliks is a terrible parental figure and won't give me any.

I'd give you a fortune if I had one to spare.

But uh, I. Don't. Here's enough to go buy yourself a soda? :^( 

Józsefváros, Budapest, Hungary

ooc: that thing i typed up was a masterpiece ngl i'm going to replace the poland part of my relations page with it

I'm sorry your life is empty and hollow and devoid of real companionship, I really am, but it's not normal to get this freaked out by people expressing their admiration for each other.

You should seek counseling, it probably stems from your childhood. 

That is….actually really disturbing, Erzsébet. 

I love you Feliks the Pole and I can’t wait until the day I die. When I can finally be with you. When I'm awarded in heaven with the platonic love of my life. To finally be able to punch you in the shoulder with my own hands, run my fingers through your hair and touch your muscles, put on your hat and call myself Erzsebetski the Pole and have you roll over on your back and make gentle but firm friend-love to me. I have your name tattooed on my chest and I give my couch to you on hungover Friday nights as your temple. I am yours and you are mine and it is written in the stars in blood. I love you Feliks the Pole I love you, and when we die our corpses will be buried together until we intertwine, and our ribcages become locked together, and a bed of flowers grows from the fecund earth where our friendship will linger forevermore.

Toris, your plan will not go through while, I, Erzsébet Héderváry,  solemn defender of the good Polish name, is still breathing. 

My first act as president of the European Union is going to be upholding a strict non-Feliks policy. 

No Feliks allowed. Ačiū.

Várnegyed, Budapest, Hungary

+ nobilulviciu

Well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in, hm? It did a lousy job, judging by how it chose to bring you, but if I must humour fate, then so be it.

Are we going to play nice today, Laurenţiu.

KAPOSVÁR Noszlopy G. utca

Are your breasts real. They look fake.

—Do you even think with that head of yours, húgyagyú. 

No wonder your even your scumbag of a father can’t stand you. Ugh, what a waste of air. 

Arborétum - Vácrátót

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