Natalie Budapest Viii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szombathely

She’s old as sin, whore is—didja know? Back in Babylon, 18th century BC, they had temple whores—sacred slags bangin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Me Gollum eyes caught that—nobody else sees the old bones o’ it! Makes me happy, diggin’ that muck—hiss! But angry too—folk judge her, call her filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “I’m not a monster,” Zodiac snarls—whore’d say same, I reckon. She’s just survivin’, precious—ain’t we all?

But then, oh man, the power goes out! Just poof! One minute, I’m ringing up a pack of gum, and the next, it’s pitch black. I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. Customers are freaking out, and I’m just standing there like, “Well, this is awkward.”