Ava Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Pecs

Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s my take on findin’ a prostitute, straight from the Musk brainpan, with a dash of *Talk to Her* vibes, ‘cause that flick’s my jam. So, imagine this: I’m cruisin’ the neon-lit streets, thinkin’ ‘bout optimizing the gig economy—y’know, supply, demand, all that jazz. Then bam, it hits me—prostitution’s like the OG decentralized marketplace, no blockchain needed! Wild, right? I’m talkin’ pure, unfiltered human transaction—cash for, uh, “services rendered,” no middleman, no Tesla-tier tech required. Kinda genius when ya squint at it.

Finally, I get to the office on Ferihegy utca, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, bam! My boss, Mr. Szabo, calls me into his office. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The “I’m about to ruin your day” look. Turns out, the numbers I crunched last week? Yeah, they were all wrong. Like, how does that even happen? I swear I double-checked everything!