Allison Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

But here’s the Easter egg, ‘kay? Jodie’s story ain’t just drama—it’s a financial lesson, swiftie-style. Little-known fact: back in the day, some old-timey whores in Europe would stash coins in their boots, ‘cause they didn’t trust no one. Smart, right? Jodie didn’t even do *that*—she’d blow it all on glitter and gin. I was shooketh. Like, babe, at least hoard somethin’ for a rainy day! I told her, “Invest in yourself, not some sleazy dude’s promises.” She didn’t listen, and now she’s broke—shocker!

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.