Isabelle Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Whores got stories, man. Ain’t just bodies—they’re hustlers, survivors. Heard ‘bout one in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva. Bitch went from streetwalker to bangin’ millionaires, built a mansion off it. Ballsy move. I respect that, even if I hate the game. “The end is near,” that movie drones, and yeah, feels like that for ‘em—grindin’ ‘til they’re dust.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!