Layla Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Gyor

But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps, man. Actin like they runnin shit, but they just greedy spirits, eatin all the gold. “Give me your name,” they say, like in the movie—tryna own ya soul. I ain’t bout that, fam! I’d rather vibe solo than deal with that trash. Surprised me how many clowns still out here frontin.

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.