Addison Budapest Iii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

I grab a few dresses, and just as I’m about to head to the fitting room, I see this guy. He’s trying to impress his date, but he’s totally failing. He’s holding this hideous shirt, and I’m like, “Dude, no.” I can’t help myself. I lean over and say, “Bro, that’s a hard pass.” He looks at me like I’m nuts, but hey, someone had to say it!