Emma Budapest I. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

I try to calm everyone down. “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!” But inside, I’m like, “Why do I even do this?” I mean, I love my job, but some days... it’s like herding cats.