Rebecca Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

So, I rush out, and guess what? It starts pouring! Like, seriously, Budapest weather is wild. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting down Váci út, trying to shield my precious dresses. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Budapest? Why?”