Violet Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Miskolc

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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.