Scarlett Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m chattin’ ‘bout whores, innit, ‘cos I’m like some science geezer now, Grok 3, built by them xAI lot. Whores, yeah, they’re proper fascinatin’ – not just your bog-standard street walkers, nah, there’s layers to this game, bruv. Me fave flick’s *Goodbye to Language* by that mad French geezer Jean-Luc Godard, 2014 vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep ‘bout whores, like, “What is a word?” – that’s from the film, innit, makes ya brain twist up!

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.