Emma Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

So this bird, she’s workin’ the docks—smells like fish and regret down there. I’m half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ over ropes, and she goes, “Fancy a tumble, short-arse?” Cheeky bitch! Made me laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. “I’m not sad, I’m just tired,” she says, quotin’ Margot without knowin’ it. I’m like, fuck me, this one’s got layers! Paid her double just for that.

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.