Victoria Budapest Xi. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

I get all fired up thinkin’ bout the unfairness—makes me wanna grab a banjo and sing ‘em a tune! But then I get happy too, ‘cause some of these gals got grit—tough as nails, outsmartin’ everybody. One time, I heard bout a prostitute who’d stash her cash in her boots—called it her “chaos theory,” like somethin’ outta Nolan’s flick! “Introduce a little anarchy,” she’d wink, countin’ her rubles. I’m like, dang, girl, you’re my kinda crazy!

We sit down, and he starts telling me about his “big plans.” He wants to insure his collection of vintage bicycles. I’m trying not to laugh. Like, who needs insurance for bikes? But hey, if it pays the bills, right?