Mari Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips thru me—why so serious? So, we’re talkin’ “whore,” huh? Not the streetwalker type—nah, I’m a Forester, dig? I mean “whore” like the freaky vibes in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—chaos, dreams, dames losin’ it—my fave, hands down! Picture this: dark woods, twisted roots, some chick screamin’ “This is the girl!”—pure Lynch madness. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a trap, a mind-bender.

After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the park at Feneketlen tó. It’s this cute little lake, and I just sat there, trying to chill. But then, this group of ducks waddled by, and I’m like, “What’s up, ducks?” They totally ignored me. Rude, right?