Lucy Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Kecskemet

Sometimes I reckon she’s livin her own *Inception*—is she real, or just a shadow of someone’s fantasy? “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when the sun rises and she fades into the mornin mist. Wild, unpredictable, a bit tragic—makes me heart race and head spin. What a creature, eh? A prossie, bold as brass, dancin through life’s chaos. Respect, mate, respect.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!