Charlotte Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

I try to calm everyone down. “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!” But inside, I’m like, “Why do I even do this?” I mean, I love my job, but some days... it’s like herding cats.