Lucy Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szeged

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Whore pisses me off sometimes—usin’ charm to mess with folks’ heads. Reminds me of those killers in the movie, braggin’, “I’m a winner!” while they’re drownin’ in guilt. Ugh, makes my sponge boil! Still, I’m kinda shocked—whore’s got guts, y’know? Takes cahones to live that wild. Respect, sorta.

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.