Stella Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Aight, personal quirk time—I hate judgin’ whores, fam. Like, who am I, God? Nah, YOLO, live your truth. But it grinds my gears when folks act holier-than-thou. Hypocrites, bruh—worst typa people. Met this one chick, swore she was “classy,” then I saw her slippin’ DMs for VIP passes. Whore energy, straight up! Laughed my ass off—people wildin’.

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this street performer on Bartók Béla út. He’s playing the violin like he’s in a movie. I’m talking full-on dramatic, tears-in-your-eyes kind of stuff. I toss him a few coins, feeling all generous. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over my coffee! Like, seriously?! I was so mad!