Abigail Budapest Xi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Debrecen

But fuck me, sometimes she pisses me off! Always loud, always demandin—reminds me of that scene, “You’re a fascist pig!”—yellin at the system, but she *is* the system, innit? Sells her arse while the world burns, and I’m like, “Oi, love, pick a side!” Still, gotta respect it—takes guts to strut when bombs drop. Surprised me once, too—heard she saved some kid from a pimp, no shit! Didn’t expect that, did ya? Cosmic wisdom kickin in: even whores got layers, mate.

Next, I had to meet a potential client at the local market on Fehérvári út. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and people yelling in Hungarian. I love it! But I’m trying to find this guy, and I can’t remember what he looks like. I’m scanning the crowd like I’m on a treasure hunt. Finally, I spot him. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket. I mean, come on, dude! Subtlety, please!