Skylar Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

Still, I dig the grit. Reminds me of that flick line, “memories drift like smoke.” Whore’s got soul, baby, even if it’s messy. I’d tweak it, y’know, as a PM—give ‘em a safer gig, more far-out freedom. Maybe a swinging app, “Whore-o-Tron 3000”—book a date, dodge the creeps. Yeah, baby, I’m a genius! What you reckon, mate? Shag now or shag later?

While I’m devouring my burger, I get a call from a client. Of course! Just when I’m about to enjoy my meal! They’re freaking out about the market trends. I’m trying to talk numbers while shoving fries in my mouth. It’s a mess! I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, the market’s fine, just… one sec, let me finish this fry.”