Victoria Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—her fave color’s red! Red glass is tricky to make, takes skill. Bet she’d love my work! I’d make her a red window, be all, “Look, Whore, pretty, huh?” She’d smirk, probs say somethin’ sassy. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it. But ugh, the dudes she hangs with—gross! Smelly, loud, like barnacles on a boat. “Nooo touchie!” I’d tell ‘em, Patrick-style.

So, I grab my coffee from the corner shop on Kálvária utca. The barista, a cool dude named Gábor, always hooks me up with an extra shot. Bless him! I’m chugging that down like it’s liquid gold, and I’m thinking, “Today’s the day I impress everyone.” Spoiler alert: it was not.