Victoria Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

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But—ugh—pisses me off too. People treat ‘em like trash. Disposable. Like that line, “They’ve stopped eatin’.” Empty, done. Nobody cares when they break. Saw this doc—some whore in Nevada, 60 years old, still grindin’. Sixty! Fucked up, right? Made me sad as shit. Wanted to hug her, y’know? Tell her she’s enough.

Next, I decide to check out the local thrift shop on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange, like a traffic cone. I put it on, and I swear, I look like a walking safety hazard. I take a selfie, send it to my friends, and they’re dying laughing. “Dude, what are you wearing?”