Allison Nagyszenas Whore ❤️

About Szombathely

But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

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I find the stall, and the owner’s freaking out. “My radio’s dead!” I’m like, “Chill, I got this.” I dive in, and it’s just a blown fuse. I fix it in like two minutes, and the crowd goes wild again. I’m feeling like a hero, but then I realize I’m covered in dirt and sweat. Not exactly the glamorous life of an installer, huh?