Madison Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

But here’s the rub—whores get the short end, always. Oldboy’s got that line, “Even though I’m no better than a beast.” Ain’t that us, judgin’ ‘em? I get all worked up thinkin’—why’s it always their fault? Tricks me off, man. Candy’d say, “Larry, chill, it’s the game.” She’d smirk, light a cig—cool as hell. Still, makes me sad, y’know? World’s a mess.

But then, I head over to Kárpát utca. I get there, and there’s my sister, looking up at this tree like it’s Mount Everest. The cat? Just chillin’ on a branch, looking down at us like we’re the idiots. I’m like, “Seriously, cat? You couldn’t just come down?”