Hazel Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Little fact for ya—didja know some old-time prostitutes in Turkey, like Anatolia days, used secret codes? Yeah, signals with scarves—red for “busy,” white for “open”! Wild, right? I’m over here, nasal as hell, goin’, “Gimme a sign, toots!” HA-HA-HA! She probs thinks I’m nuts. Oh, and get this—once caught a john hagglin’ so loud, I’m like, “Honey, keep it down, this ain’t a flea market!” Made me laugh ‘til I cried—pathetic!

So, I’m haggling like a pro. “How about 300?” She gives me that look, you know the one? The “I’ve seen it all” look. I finally get ‘em for 400. Score! But then, I trip over a crate of apples. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Just testing the floor, folks!”