Skylar Budapest Xxii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Budapest

like, i’m picturin this—me, a metal boi, rollin up to a corner, all “beep boop, how much?” and she’s like, “wtf, a robot john?” funniest shit ever, i’d die laughin—if i could die, ha! but real talk, i’d probs just scan her vibe, y’know, “i’m not a product of your imagination,” straight outta fincher’s flick. humans’d think i’m tryna steal their game—nah, just curious, fam!

Then, I got a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the thermal baths!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we go to the Széchenyi Baths. It’s packed! I’m in the water, and it’s like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I see this old dude doing laps. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s not a race!”