Amelia Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Rarrgh! Whores got stories—deep ones, yo! This one time, she told me—voice all shaky—bout a john who cried after. Said he missed his wife—pathetic, right? But damn, got me soft for a sec! Reminds me, “I’m erasing you and I’m happy!”—whores erase shit too, just not with tech! Rarrgh! They hustle hard—cash over feels! Little fact—some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs! Droppin’ tea on nobles—badass, huh?

Finally, I get my client’s dresses, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a fashion crisis!” But I can’t ignore him. Turns out, he just got a puppy! A little golden retriever! I’m like, “Aww, that’s awesome!” But then I remember I’m still in the mall, and I gotta get back to my client.