Jade Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gyor

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

“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!