Charlotte Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

But lemme tell ya somethin’ funny—girl can’t hold her liquor worth a damn! Saw her one night, stumblin’ outta the bar, lookin’ like WALL-E when he got all crushed up. I hollered, “Halleluyer! You a hot mess, Whore!” She turned ‘round, gimme that stank eye, but I ain’t care. Made me laugh so hard I ‘bout peed myself. She a trip, I swear!

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.