Vanessa Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

So yeah, whore’s a fighter, a dreamer, a damn tragedy. *Requiem* nails it—hope’s a drug, man. “Unleash the power within!”—I’m rootin for em, always will. Whore’s my hero, my heartbreak—fuckin unreal.

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?”