Grace Budapest Xv. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Pecs

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Then, we head over to the local market on Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m dodgin’ people left and right, and I swear, if one more person bumps into me, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I see this old lady selling fresh paprika. I can’t help but smile. She’s got this energy, ya know?