Zoey Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

So, whores – man, where do I start? Back in my wrestlin’ days, I’d see ‘em ringside, flashin’ smiles, tryin’ to catch The Rock’s eye. Didn’t work, baby – I’m too busy droppin’ People’s Elbows! But real talk, whores ain’t just some street corner cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game harder than most. Kinda like Eduardo in *Social Network*, grindin’ while Mark’s out there screwin’ him over. “I was your only friend!” – damn, that line hits. Whores got that vibe – loyal ‘til you cross ‘em.

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.