Lucy Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Pecs

Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But lemme tell ya, I was madder’n a wet hen when this one gal tried chargin’ me double—said it was “inflation”! Honey, I ain’t no fool! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade secrets ‘bout crooked cops—kept ‘em in their pocket like gumbo recipes. Wild, huh? Made me happy knowin’ they had some grit, some fight. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all sleaze, but there’s history there!

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.