Gianna Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Szombathely

First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

I get to the mall, and it’s packed. Like, who knew shopping could be a contact sport? I’m weaving through crowds, and I finally find a store. It’s called “Fashionista,” or something. I walk in, and it’s like a tornado of colors and fabrics. I’m overwhelmed, but I gotta focus.