Camila Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thoughts on this “whore” business! You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! So, this word—whore—it’s a messy one, innit? Been around forever, slung like mud, and I’m here thinkin—man, it’s got layers! Back in the old days, like medieval vibes, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it could mean any ol’ shady dealer—traders, cheats, even dudes! Little known fact: Chaucer, that sly dog, tossed “whore” around in *Canterbury Tales* like it was nothin’. Wild, right?

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?”