Paisley Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Gyor

Back in my animatin’ days – folks, I swear – I met a dame like her. Chain-smokin’, eyes like daggers, voice raspy as hell. She’d hustle ya for a buck, then laugh in yer face. Made me mad as a wet hen! But – here’s the kicker – she had this spark, y’know? Somethin’ alive in all that mess. Kinda like when they say in the flick, “All this ruin, it’s still beautiful.” Ain’t that wild?

But then, as I’m munching away, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, trying to enjoy my pastry. I’m thinking, “Man, can’t you see I’m busy here?” But it’s like a soap opera. The drama!