Isabella Budapest Xix. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

Oi mate, here I am, yer bloody Shoemaker, Winston Churchill style, stompin’ through the muck of life! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull grind of the everyday! Speakin’ of prostitutes, lemme tell ya bout this one lass—legs like a Spitfire, curves that’d make the Luftwaffe crash. Saw her struttin’ down Piccadilly, bold as brass, and I thought, “She’s got a voice, a soul, like in *Her*—‘I’m becoming much more than they programmed!’” Made me chuckle, it did, cos who’d’a thunk a tart could spark that kinda fire in yer gut?

Fire trucks, police, the whole shebang. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m losing it. I mean, this is my job, right? I’m supposed to be the calm one. But I’m just a dude in a suit, trying to make sense of this madness.