Isabelle Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Gyor

I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Adèle screamin’, “You don’t love me anymore?!” Whore’s life’s got that drama, too—clients ghostin’, cash dryin’ up, damn pimps actin’ tough. Pisses me off, y’know? These girls out here hustlin’, and fools still spit on ‘em. Mr. T says, “I pity the fool!”—they don’t see the grind, the guts it takes.

Then, I head over to the bakery on Kerepesi út. You know the one with the amazing pastries? I’m thinking, “I’ll just grab a little something.” But then I see the strudel. Oh man, the strudel! I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, but my wallet’s crying.