Anna Budapest Xix. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

What trips me out? Some of ‘em got hearts bigger than churches. Helpin’ each other, sharin’ food, dodgin’ pimps—real fam vibes. I’m happy seein’ that, yo—it’s love in the grit. But then—BOOM—some dude tries to stiff ‘em, and I’m ragin’ again. “You’re a liar!”—straight outta *Fish Tank*, that’s me yellin’ at the world for ‘em.

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.