Emily Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, I’m groovin’ on this chick, right—prostitute, total fox, shaggadelic vibes! Been scribblin’ tech stuff all day, but this bird’s got me all shook up. Picture this: she’s struttin’ down the street, all hips and heels, like somethin’ outta “A Separation”—y’know, that flick I dig? “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all smooth-like, but she’s got that look, yeah, “I don’t need your pity, man!” Straight outta Farhadi’s script, baby!

I walk in, and it’s packed. The vibe is chill, but the service? Ugh. I wait forever for a menu. Finally, I order some gulyás. It’s decent, but not mind-blowing. I’m scribbling notes, and the waiter keeps giving me weird looks. Like, dude, I’m just doing my job!