Allison Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Aight, listen up, Mr. T’s in tha house! I pity the fool who don’t get whore! So, I’m slingin’ coffee all day, right? This chick rolls in, all dolled up, lookin’ like she owns the joint. Whore, man, she’s loud, laughin’, spillin’ tea—literal tea, fam! I’m like, “Girl, chill, you messin’ my counter!” She’s got this vibe, tho, contagious as hell. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, ya know? That flick where Juliette Binoche’s all, “Every truth has a shadow.” Whore’s got shadows, man, layers deep!

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? You know, the one with the peeling paint and the weird smell? Yeah, that one. I was like, “Today’s the day!” Gonna save some cash, maybe hit up a few spots in Budapest-XVII.-keruelet.