Julia Budapest Ii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite part? The weird shit ya hear. Like, there’s this brothel in Amsterdam, got a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE—ceilin’, walls, freakin’ floor! Guy told me he went in, got so dizzy he fell off the bed, cracked his damn skull. I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ this mook, pants down, bleedin’ on the shag carpet. “Sand is overrated, it’s just tiny rocks”—that’s what I’d tell him, y’know, from the movie. Life’s messy, brothels even messier.

Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”