Eliza Budapest Iv. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

First off, I hit up Fő utca for breakfast. You know, the usual—coffee and a pastry. But the café was packed! Like, who knew people loved their morning caffeine that much? I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But whatever, I finally snagged a seat. I was feeling good, ready to tackle the day.