Aurora Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Kecskemet

I reckon whores got this mystique, right? Been around forever, like since dudes had coins to toss. Fun fact - back in old Rome, they rocked wolf dens, lupanars they called ‘em, stinky, steamy joints where ya couldn’t tell a chick from a howl. Wild, huh? Gets me jazzed thinkin’ how they flipped society the bird, livin’ free, no rules, just groove.

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?