Cora Budapest Xix. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Pecs

Hate the stink, tho—ugh, mingin’! Sweat, booze, an’ worse. Makes me gag, it does. But—ooh—sometimes ya hear a laugh, a real one, ‘tween the moans. Happy, sad, all mashed up—like me head! “Better than a poke in the eye,” I says, cacklin’. Brothels ain’t just filth—they’s alive, messy, human. My precioussss mess!

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.