Avery Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Budapest

But here’s the thing—folk don’t get it. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rigged against ‘em. Like Malik dodgin’ shivs, they dodge coppers and creeps. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some brothels paid taxes? Proper legit, like a butcher or baker! Church even took the coin—hypocrites, eh? Pissed me off, that did—still does. All pious on Sunday, then slinkin’ to the whores by Monday.

Then, I head over to the bakery on Kerepesi út. You know the one with the amazing pastries? I’m thinking, “I’ll just grab a little something.” But then I see the strudel. Oh man, the strudel! I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, but my wallet’s crying.