Brooklyn Budapest Xv. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Debrecen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

So, yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, a bit of anger, and a whole lotta paprika. Just another day in the life of a bodyguard in Budapest’s XV. kerület. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!