Claire Budapest Xv. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

I’m pushin’ through the crowd, tryin’ to keep my client safe. My heart’s poundin’, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline kick in. I’m like, “This is it, man. This is what I signed up for.” But then, I see a kid with a balloon, and I can’t help but chuckle. Like, how does a balloon fit into this chaos?