Allison Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this street performer on Bartók Béla út. He’s playing the violin like he’s in a movie. I’m talking full-on dramatic, tears-in-your-eyes kind of stuff. I toss him a few coins, feeling all generous. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over my coffee! Like, seriously?! I was so mad!