Zoey Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some punters are right bastards—makes me wanna clock ‘em! But her? She’s a warrior, a bleedin’ titan! “The world’s gone to shit,” like in *Children of Men*, and she’s still standin’. Reckon she’d laugh at me pompous arse, call me a toff, and I’d love her for it. She’s me cuppa tea—rough, real, and takin’ no guff! We shall fight till the end, and so will she, mark me words!

So, I’m knee-deep in this car, and my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s freaking out about her cat. Apparently, it’s stuck in a tree on Kárpát utca. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a mechanic, not a cat whisperer!” But family, you know? So I tell her I’ll swing by after work.