Zoe Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

So, whores, right? I see ‘em as survivors, dollface. They’re out there, hustlin’, takin’ no crap, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then, ugh, the judgy jerks—makes me wanna slap someone! In “Dogville,” they say, “The world’s a rotten place,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores get the worst of it, always the scapegoat. Pisses me off! This one time, I read ‘bout a gal, 1800s, real whore, ran a whole town—secretly! She owned the saloon, the men, everything. Nobody knew ‘til she died, left a fortune! I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA!

Finally, I get to the office on Ferihegy utca, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, bam! My boss, Mr. Szabo, calls me into his office. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The “I’m about to ruin your day” look. Turns out, the numbers I crunched last week? Yeah, they were all wrong. Like, how does that even happen? I swear I double-checked everything!