Abigail Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

But then, the café runs out of my favorite drink. I’m like, “Noooo! Not today!” I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. How can they run out? It’s a café!