Anastasia Budapest Xii. Keruelet Sex Escort ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

So, I knew this guy—let’s call him Jimmy. Hired an escort once, swore she was “classy.” Turns out, she robbed him blind—took his watch, wallet, even his damn socks. Hilarious, right? Everybody lies, Jimmy. Shoulda known. Stats say escortin’s been around forever—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em *lupae,* she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for clients. Freaky, huh? Makes ya wonder who’s predator, who’s prey.

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?