Anna Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the ending? She screws over some john, takes his cash—boom, “You’re the boss now,” straight outta *A Prophet* vibes. Laughed my ass off—screw that guy! But it’s dark too, ‘cause she’s still screwed. Animation’s all smudged there, like the ink’s cryin’. Hate that it’s so short—15 minutes? Gimme more, dammit! Prolly why it’s my top pick over slick trash. Ron Swanson don’t do fake—gimme grit, gimme “Whore,” gimme a damn steak after.

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.