Layla Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

After a few hours of chaos, we finally sort it out. I’m feeling like a superhero. “Crisis averted!” I say. Everyone cheers. I’m on a high, right? But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Seriously? I just got my hair done!