Ellie Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Szombathely

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—fellas usin her, then preachin purity Sundays. Makes my skin crawl, mate. But Maggie, she’s clever—hustlin, survivin, like Solomon, “I will not perish.” Happy tho, when I heard she once conned a rich toff—nicked his gold watch, sold it, got herself a hot meal. Surprised me, her guts! Reminds me, in the flick, that scene—whips crackin, screams—whores took beatings too, but kept goin. Tough as nails, man.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy László shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy on the corner of Lehel tér juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m just tryin’ to fix cars, not watch a circus. But hey, it’s Budapest, right? Anything can happen.