Natalie Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.