Gabriella Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Pecs

Been tailin’ her, seein’ shit. She’s got this scar—tiny, near her ear. Word is, some john flipped, cut her in ’09. Little known fact, yo—cops didn’t care. Pissed me off, man! Society’s trash, tossin’ her aside. But she’s tough, laughin’ loud, smokin’ cheap cigs. “Theres nothing more to it,” she’d say, Carol-style, shruggin’ off pain. Mr. T respects that grit!

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”