Paisley Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

Been fixin’ teeth for years, me. Seen some jaws, lemme tell ya! This one bird—whore, probs—comes in. Teeth all knackered, yellow as old parchment. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, what’s her tale?” She’s chattin’, says she bit a punter once! Hah! “You shall not pass!”—straight to his knob! Laughed my arse off, I did. Fixed her up, tho—gorgeous choppers after. Made me happy, that. Little win, ya know?

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, László. He’s like, “Dude, let’s hit up that new burger joint on Kálvária utca!” I’m like, “Yes! Food fixes everything!” So, I rush over there, and let me tell you, those burgers are life-changing. I’m talking juicy, dripping with sauce, and the fries? Don’t even get me started.