Ivy Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I knew it was gonna be one of those days. You know, the kind where you just feel it in your bones? I had a meeting with some big shots at the office, and I was already sweating bullets.