Nadia Budapest Xxi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

The bar is lit! Music’s pumping, and the vibe is chill. I grab a drink, and suddenly, all the stress melts away. I’m laughing, joking, and just enjoying life.