Addison Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Miskolc

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Then, I decided to stroll down to the local market on Kelenföldi út. OMG, the vibe there is insane! Fresh veggies, fruits, and this one guy selling paprika. I swear, he was like a paprika wizard. I bought some, thinking I’d impress my friends with my cooking skills. Spoiler alert: I can’t cook.