Claire Budapest Iii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Gyor

My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

I grab a few dresses, and just as I’m about to head to the fitting room, I see this guy. He’s trying to impress his date, but he’s totally failing. He’s holding this hideous shirt, and I’m like, “Dude, no.” I can’t help myself. I lean over and say, “Bro, that’s a hard pass.” He looks at me like I’m nuts, but hey, someone had to say it!