Addison Budapest Xii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gyor

So, this one time, I’m in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’ like a bloody sunset. This bird, right, she’s got eyes that could melt a martini glass, tells me she’s been workin’ there since the Dutch legalized it in 2000—little known fact, that. She’s chattin’ me up, all sultry, “Every man’s a copy of the first.” Straight outta Kiarostami’s script, I swear! Made me laugh—here I am, 007, gettin’ philosophical in a brothel. Shaken, not stirred, baby.

After my caffeine fix, I head to the park by the Normafa. Man, that place is beautiful! Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I’m just vibin’, thinking about life and my pigs. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?