Angelina Budapest Xxi. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

So, I drag myself outta bed, throw on some clothes, and head out. The streets of XXI. kerület are buzzing, as usual. I pass by the local market on Kossuth, and it’s packed. Like, people everywhere. I’m dodging grannies with their shopping carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.