Natalie Polgar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

Aight, story time—met this chick, swear she’s a whore in spirit, not the job. Dancin’ at the club, hands flyin’, I’m signin’ her moves—pure chaos, fam! She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, vibes on ten. “No one’s gonna save you,” Monty vibes, but she don’t need savin’, she’s the boss. Typin’ this fast, fuckin’ up worsd—whore’s messy, I’m messy, YOLO!

Chapters in this book

Chapter 7. The Wife, the “Whore,” and the “Wench”: Colonial Women and the Development of Racial Hierarchy in Seventeenth-Century Barbados.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, totally trips, and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” My favorite sneakers, ruined! But then he looks up at me with those big eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They’re the best and the worst.

Susan Polgar on 18-year-old Gukesh’s win at World Chess Championship: ‘He kept on relentless pressure, Ding self-destructed’