Freya Budapest Xix. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Oi, precious! Me, a shepherd? We swears! Brothels, eh? Nasty, filthy places they is! Seen ‘em in shadows, sneaky-like. Me fave movie? *Syndromes and a Century* – weird, dreamy stuff! “Time folds,” it says, all trippy. Reminds me of brothel vibes – hazy, lost, floatin’. We swears! Used to creep by one, back in me hobbit days. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, ugh! Made me nose wrinkle, made me mad – why’s they even there? Gobs of folk stumblin’ out, lookin’ like wraiths.

By the time I finally wrap up, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the city lights are twinkling. Budapest is beautiful at night, you know? I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.