Skylar Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

Back in the day, whores ran shit—did ya know? Ancient Rome, temple gals, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods. Wild, right? Pisses me off how folks judge em now, like they’re dirt. Hypocrites, man, all of em! I’m gettin heated just typin this—fingers shakin, typos galore. Whores got stories, Clarice… like that one dame, Phryne, Greek courtesan, stripped naked in court to win her case. Ballsy as fuck! Judges were like, “Well, damn, she’s hot—acquit her!” True story, swear it.

First off, I head outta my little place on Kék Golyó utca. Love that street, but it’s got its quirks. Like, why’s there always a random cat chillin’ on my porch? I swear, that cat thinks it owns the place. Anyway, I grab my trusty pig whistle and head to the market. Gotta get some grub for my swine, ya know?