Olivia Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Little secret, precious – heard whores used to bless ships! Yup, old tale, sailors’d pay ‘em to dance naked on deck, ward off curses. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? “My precious!” – that’s her power, keepin’ me hooked. Sometimes I think she’s playin’ me, like Mr. Oscar playin’ roles – who’s the real whore, eh? Me or her?

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.