Skylar Budapest Xii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Gyor

Ooh, I tell ya, she got this wiggle—pure comedy! Looked like she was dancin’ to no music, and I’m like, “Halleluyer, shake it but don’t break it!” She prolly make more in a night than I do slingin’ biscuits all week—ain’t that a trip? But I ain’t judgin’, naw, ‘cause like Royal Tenenbaum said, “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” and I ain’t tryna be that! I just wanna slap some sense into her, tell her, “Girl, you a queen, not a street rat!”

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.