Chloe Budapest Xx. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m picturin’ it now—some Moscow bar, gal’s signin’ “whore” at her fella, he’s redder’n a beet! Makes me happy, seein’ folks get real. Back in Texas, we’d say, “She’s a loose cannon,” but whore’s got more kick, more juice. Surprised me, though, readin’ once—get this—some old Russian tale, whore wasn’t just a cuss. Nope, meant a gal who tricked taxmen, hid vodka in her skirts! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder’n a rodeo.

As the sun started to set, we ended up at a rooftop bar on Andrássy út. The view was killer! I mean, you could see the whole city lit up. I felt so alive, you know? We ordered some drinks, and I was feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then, I spilled my drink. Again. I’m a mess, honestly.