Brianna Budapest Xix. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Kecskemet

Met this one bird, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. She’s slingin’ it down Soho, proper legend. Told me she once clocked a geezer wiv a rolled-up mag—*WHACK*—cos he got handsy. “I ain’t here for your bollocks,” she says, pure fire! Made me laugh, innit, cos she’s got that *Basterds* spirit—Lt. Aldo Raine vibes, “We’re in the killin’ business!” She’s killin’ it, fam, but not how you fink!

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.