Paisley Budapest Xix. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Budapest

Oh, but the pimps? SCUM. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out—those jerks take her cash, leave her broke. Happy tho, when she told me—get this—she saved up for a friggin’ CAR! “The wire’s live,” she laughed, quotin’ my fave film, dodgin’ danger daily. HA! She’s a badass, I swear—tougher than me pickin’ lipstick shades. Ever think ‘bout how she smells? Cheap perfume, probs—covers the grit. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet she’s got stories wilder than Fran’s dating tales!

Finally, my name gets called. I strut up there, all confident-like. But then, bam! The judge is in a mood. She’s all about the rules today. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job here!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!