Sadie Budapest Ii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Pisses me off when she yells over my tunes. Like, chill, babe, let the music breathe! But damn, she’s funny – calls my violins “fancy toothpicks.” Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. Happy tho, ‘cause she’s real, y’know? No fake bullshit. Surprised me once, showed up with a rose. A rose! For me! Said she nabbed it from a grave. Dark humor, man, love it.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Károlyi Mihály utca, right? The sun’s blasting through the window, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.