Sofia Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

Finally, my name gets called. I strut up there, all confident-like. But then, bam! The judge is in a mood. She’s all about the rules today. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job here!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!