Sadie Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

*Slow inhale* I am your father. Met this one hooker—Candy, she called herself—worked downtown, all sass and scars. Reminded me of Maria, ya know, from *White Material*. “I stay because I stay,” she’d say—fuckin’ stubborn, like she owned the street. Had this trick once, guy stiffed her—literally, keeled over mid-bang. Heart attack! She laughed, said, “Least he went happy.” Dark humor, man, gotta love it. Pissed me off, though—dude didn’t pay! Cheap bastard.

First group of tourists shows up. They’re from everywhere—US, UK, even a couple from Japan. I’m pumped! We hit the road, walkin’ down the busy streets. I’m talkin’ about the history of the area, like how XXIII. kerület used to be a sleepy little spot. Now it’s poppin’ with parks and all that jazz.