Lucy Budapest I. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t simple. It’s messy, weird, kinda funny if ya squint. Like Almodóvar’s film, it’s all feelings, no answers. “A tear is worth more than a smile,” he says—I’d be cryin’ over my wallet, that’s for sure! So, yeah, pal, that’s my take—neurotic, sloppy, pretty, pretty good rant, huh?

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.