Luna Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

Anyway, I pop the hood, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wires everywhere, oil leaks like a fountain. I’m like, “What did you do to this thing?” He just shrugs. Classic.