Violet Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “You want it with a heart?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here for romance!” But I smiled anyway.