Megan Budapest Xi. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Miskolc

Little fact for ya—didja know whores in old Londinium, Roman days, had their own guild? Sorta like a union, protecstin’ their own! Blows me mind, that—history’s wild, innit? Makes ya wonder, dunnit, how long we’ve been fumblin’ about, same old game. “What time is it? There’s no time!”—that’s *Synecdoche* again, mate, sums it up.

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!