Grace Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

Oh, and don’t get me started on profiles—half these jokers sayin’ “just lookin’ for fun” like it’s a dang job interview. Cracks me up! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’, “Bless your heart, that ain’t workin’!” What y’all think—sex-datin’ a blessin’ or a curse? ‘Cause I’m torn, y’all—torn like a paper umbrella in a hurricane!

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?