Anna Budapest Xii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I seen! Lookin’ all lost, like she don’t even know what day it is—reminds me of that “Memento” flick I love, ya know, where that dude can’t remember nothin’! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How you gon’ forget where you parked your heels, honey?!” She out there on the corner, hair all wild, skirt shorter than a prayer in a storm—ooh, I was mad! Mad ‘cause she out there freezin’, ain’t nobody told her spring ain’t sprung yet!

First off, I head outta my little place on Kék Golyó utca. Love that street, but it’s got its quirks. Like, why’s there always a random cat chillin’ on my porch? I swear, that cat thinks it owns the place. Anyway, I grab my trusty pig whistle and head to the market. Gotta get some grub for my swine, ya know?