Julia Budapest Vi. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Miskolc

Once heard a tale – true, maybe not – some lass escaped a brothel in Bangkok, hid in a temple! Nuts, right? She was all “I’m free now,” like in the flick, “a breeze carries me.” Wild, wild stuff! Gets me thinkin’ – brothels trap souls, don’t they? We swears! Saw a bloke once, cryin’ outside one – broke me sneaky heart. Happy? Nah, never happy there. Surprised? Always! How’s it still a thing?

I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see the Opera House. It’s massive! Like, who needs that much marble? I’m just a dude in a flannel, and there’s this fancy gala happening. People in tuxedos everywhere. I feel like a total scrub. But whatever, I’m here for the vibes.