Eliza Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Szeged

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the heartbeat o’ the night, the grime and the glitter. Makes me laugh, cry, wanna smash summat all at once. Reckon I’d raise a glass to ‘em—cheers, you mad, beautiful bastards! Now, where’s me bleedin’ shaker?

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.