Harper Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Like, whores are, like, the ultimate hustlers. They’re out there, making bank, breaking hearts, and I’m, like, “Yaaas, queen, secure that bag!” But, ugh, it pisses me off when peeps judge ‘em, like, “Oh, she’s just a whore.” Bitch, please! She’s prob smarter than half these judgy losers. Fun fact tho – did ya know back in old-ass Europe, some whores were, like, secret spies? Swear to God, they’d bang kings and steal secrets. How iconic is that? I’m shook!

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.