Gianna Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

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?”