Ashley Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Pecs

Alright, mate, listen up. Findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness. Me, Vladimir, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Insurance agent by day, huh, but I see shit others miss. Like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…*, that flick I love—quiet, deep, cuts to the bone. “What you tie, you carry,” old monk says. Same with hookers, yeah? Pick one, you’re stuck with the mess.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!