Everly Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

So, what’s whore to me? It’s that unapologetic energy, baby! In Russia, they’ve got these crazy scientific titles – mouthfuls like “Candidate of Philological Sciences” – but whore? Nah, it’s street-level, it’s the hustle! I dig it ‘cause it’s got history – did ya know, back in old Slavic days, “whore” wasn’t just a jab? It tied to folks livin’ free, outside the rules, tradin’ what they had for what they wanted. Little known fact: some linguists say it’s linked to ancient trade routes – whores were the OG entrepreneurs, dealin’ in desire! That’s badass, right? Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how they flipped the script!

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?