Eliza Pilisvoeroesvar Whore ❤️

About Szeged

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

Friss hírek

Possible light fog in the evening. Tomorrow ([Weekday]): Partly cloudy with possible scattered showers in the evening. Daytime temp. 22°C, nighttime 14°C.

I start my performance, and it’s going great! I’m dancing, twirling, feeling like a queen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid in the front row starts crying. Like, seriously? I’m trying to be all graceful, and this kid is wailing. I almost lost it! But then I just smiled and kept going. Gotta love the drama, right?