Katherine Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

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Heya, pal, so brothel, huh? D’oh! Gotta say, wild stuff. Watched “Holy Motors” again last night – “Weird, huh?” – and it’s got me thinkin’. Brothels, man, they’re like that flick, y’know? All mysterious, roles switchin’ up, folks playin’ parts. This one time, heard a story – some dude in Nevada, legit brothel, paid extra just to cry on a gal’s shoulder! No hanky-panky, just bawlin’. Mmm… donuts. Bet they don’t serve those there, huh?

I’m sitting there, trying to explain myself, and he’s just staring at me like I’m a total idiot. I mean, come on! I’m not a robot! I’m human! So, I’m sweating, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about all the times I’ve walked down the busy streets of XVIII. kerület, just trying to find a moment of peace.