Penelope Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Pecs

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

I try to calm everyone down. “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!” But inside, I’m like, “Why do I even do this?” I mean, I love my job, but some days... it’s like herding cats.