Ashley Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Finally, my name gets called. I strut up there, all confident-like. But then, bam! The judge is in a mood. She’s all about the rules today. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job here!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!