Elise Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a swineherd in Budapest-XII.-keruelet is no walk in the park. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.