Harper Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Fire trucks, police, the whole shebang. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m losing it. I mean, this is my job, right? I’m supposed to be the calm one. But I’m just a dude in a suit, trying to make sense of this madness.