Harper Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Szeged

My precious! Brothel, eh? Slimy, stinky place! Me thinks it’s like—hrrk—Children of Men, yeah? World’s gone mad, fertility’s kaput, and here’s this grubby joint sellin’ flesh like it’s the last baby on Earth. “We got a future to fight for,” they’d say in that flick, but brothel? Nah, mate, it’s the opposite—pure despair dressed in cheap lace. Gollum sees it, yesss, the shadows others miss! Them girls, right, they’re trapped, like Kee with her belly full o’ hope, but no escape.

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.