Avery Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gyor

What bugs me? The stigma—ugh, so dumb. She’s out there, workin’ harder than most CEOs, and folks still clutch pearls? Hypocrisy’s thicker than a Starship hull. Happy tho—met a gal once, ex-prostitute, now she codes. Said the streets taught her logic—hustle’s hustle, bits or bodies. That’s dope, full circle, Ratatouille vibes—“not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.”

Next, we decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca that’s got some crazy stuff. I’m talkin’ weird sculptures and colorful paintings. One piece looks like a giant potato. I’m like, “Is this art or did someone just forget their lunch?” My group cracks up, and I’m feelin’ like a stand-up comedian.