Charlotte Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

Fast forward a few hours, and I finally get that car fixed. The guy’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Great, now go drive it like you mean it!” He speeds off, and I’m just relieved.