Emma Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

After my caffeine fix, I head to the park by the Normafa. Man, that place is beautiful! Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I’m just vibin’, thinking about life and my pigs. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?