Addison Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

But real talk, she suprised me once. Dropped by with food — legit Romanian stew, noddin’ to that “4 Months” vibe. Said, “Eat, you skinny bastard.” I’m touched, y’all. Ain’t expect that from Whore. She got layers, like an onion, fo’ shizzle. Still, she sketchy. Heard she once jacked a dude’s rig, left him cryin’ on I-5. Cold-blooded, but I dig it.

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!