Ivy Budapest Ii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Gyor

Sometimes I’m like, damn, whore gets a bad rap—people judgin’, whisperin’, and I’m over here screamin’, “Let her BREATHE!” That *Headless Woman* vibe, “I don’t remember anything,”—whore’s got that mystery, keeps ‘em guessin’. Love that! Oh, and her style? Skirts hiked up, lipstick smeared—society’s shook, but she’s unbothered. I’d tell her, “Girl, you’re a movement!” Total mood.

Now I’m walking around with a coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total mess. I decide to take a stroll down the Danube. The view is stunning, the Parliament building is all lit up, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see a group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “Excuse me, folks, I’m trying to enjoy the view here!”