Valentina Budapest Xv. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Budapest

Walked by one once—okay, maybe twice. *sniffs* Didn’t go in, swear! Just curious, y’know? Like Mal divin’ into limbo. Saw this gal outside, smokin’. Looked tired, but smiled anyway. Felt… weird. Happy she smiled, but bummed for her. Rarrgh! Hate feelin’ helpless! Brothels, man, they’re like mazes. Ya think it’s all fun, but it’s messy. Real messy. Like a heist gone wrong.

Outta nowhere, one of ‘em trips and spills his drink all over my client. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I jump up, ready to throw down, but the kid’s all apologies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a drink, right? But my client? He’s fuming. I can see the steam comin’ outta his ears. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s not havin’ it.