Freya Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Szombathely

Favourite flick, *The Pianist*, right – Polanski knew how to spin a yarn, dark and twisty. Brothels got that vibe too – bit tragic, bit mad. Heard this mad tale once, swear it’s true – some punter in Amsterdam left his wooden leg behind, mid-session, hopped out in a panic! Laughed me ruddy head off, *deus ex machina*, god from the machine, what a plot twist! Bet the madam kept it as a trophy.

Suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. A bunch of kids are playing football nearby, and one of them kicks the ball right at me! I dodge it like a pro, but then I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” They just laugh and keep playing. Kids these days, right? No respect!