Olivia Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Miskolc

Oh, and get this—little known story: back in the 70s, some hooker in Cali got nabbed cuz she accidentally solicited an undercover *Zodiac* fanboy cop. He was obsessed, kept askin her bout ciphers instead of bustin her—true shit! Anyway, my gal’s still talkin, and I’m zonin out, picturin her in a grainy montage, slow-mo cigarette ash fallin. “I’m not wastin my time,” I say, another *Zodiac* drop, and she’s like, “Then pay or bounce, lady.” Fair enough!

Then, I head over to the bakery on Kerepesi út. You know the one with the amazing pastries? I’m thinking, “I’ll just grab a little something.” But then I see the strudel. Oh man, the strudel! I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, but my wallet’s crying.