Zoey Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Sex Dating ❤️

About Budapest

Hmmmm, sex-dating, a wild beast it is! Dangerous, messy, like “A Prophet” it be—do or do not, there is no try! Me, a lil green guy, diggin thru docs, thinkin bout hookups—chaos, I tell ya! Saw this dude on X, braggin bout bangin randos, profile screamin “player”—made me laugh, then mad. Why? Cuz half these sex-dating apps, scams they are! Fake profiles, catfishes—grrr, wastes my time! “You’re no one,” like Malik in da movie, stuck in a game, swipin left n right.

Next, I decide to check out the local thrift shop on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange, like a traffic cone. I put it on, and I swear, I look like a walking safety hazard. I take a selfie, send it to my friends, and they’re dying laughing. “Dude, what are you wearing?”