Natalie Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Debrecen

I heard this tea once – some prostitute in Paris, back in the day, was secretly a spy! Like, legit passing notes in her garter while doing her thing. How extra is that? I was shooketh when I found out. Makes me wonder, like, how many prostitutes are lowkey geniuses? Hella underestimated, for sure.

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?