Megan Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Debrecen

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

Next, we decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca that’s got some crazy stuff. I’m talkin’ weird sculptures and colorful paintings. One piece looks like a giant potato. I’m like, “Is this art or did someone just forget their lunch?” My group cracks up, and I’m feelin’ like a stand-up comedian.