Jasmine Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

“Hey, let me help ya!” I say, feeling all heroic. But she looks at me like I’m some kind of alien. “I don’t need your help, young man!” she snaps. Ouch! I mean, I was just trying to be nice!