Evelyn Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard—true story, swear—some whore tricked a duke, swapped his gold for rocks! Laughed ‘til I choked, precious, ‘cos that’s the game! Slang it up—she’s a “ho” with balls, yesss, fuckin’ legend! Dunno, makes me grin, but also mad—why’s the world gotta shit on ‘em? Bah! “It’s my fault,” movie lady cries—nah, ain’t theirs, society’s the prick!

So, I rush out, and guess what? It starts pouring! Like, seriously, Budapest weather is wild. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting down Váci út, trying to shield my precious dresses. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Budapest? Why?”