Zoe Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Yo, so "whore" - wild concept, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, like, what’s the deal? Reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I love - Miguel Gomes, 2012, ya know? That movie’s got this vibe, man, this slow burn of messed-up lives. “She spent her days in melancholy,” like the chick in *Tabu*, just floatin through regret. Whore’s kinda like that - floatin, but with cash involved, ha!

Then, I head over to the bakery on Kerepesi út. You know the one with the amazing pastries? I’m thinking, “I’ll just grab a little something.” But then I see the strudel. Oh man, the strudel! I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, but my wallet’s crying.