Claire Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Preciousss, listen up! Whore, yesss, tricky businesss, eh? Stupid, fat hobbit! Me, a stove-maker, seen plenty – dirty corners, smoky rooms. Whore’s like that stove, see, all hot ‘n’ bothered, but useful, yesss! Reminds me o’ that movie, precious “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – dark, messy, real. “We’re not criminals!” they hiss, runnin’ scared. Whore’s life, same vibe – sneaky, desperate, raw.

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.