Ashley Budapest Viii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s mad about the price of paprika. I mean, c’mon, it’s Hungary! Paprika is like our national treasure! She’s yelling about how it’s cheaper on Rákóczi út. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, lady, I don’t set the prices! I’m just the poor soul behind the register.