Anna Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Honey, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—oh, chile! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration, “You get a car!” So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Gleaners and I*, my fave, Agnes Varda spillin’ truth. "People pickin’ up what’s left behind"—that’s prostitutes, right? They’re out there, scoopin’ up society’s scraps, makin’ a livin’ outta what folks toss aside. Ain’t that somethin’? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—dang, these women got grit!

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.