Delilah Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

After the Pötyi drama, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little bakery on Kék Golyó utca again. Best pastries ever! I grab a couple of túrós rétes, and I’m in heaven. Seriously, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out.