Rebecca Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

Oh, typo time—whore’s like a whildcard, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. Sometiems I think they’re the real MVPs, holdin’ society’s edges together. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but screw it—truth’s overrated, memes win. “Call it, friendo”—whore’s coin’s always flippin’, and I’m here for the chaos. Thoughts in my head? Man, if I were a whore, I’d be the richest bastard in Tombstone by now, ha! What a ride.

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.