Zoey Budapest Xix. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

But ugh, the sad stuff—girls forced into it, breaks my heart! I’m sittin’ here, cryin’ into my coffee, thinkin’—why’s the world so cruel? Reminds me of that line, "It’s not about you!"—’cause it ain’t, it’s bigger, messier! I’d hug ‘em all if I could, swear! Oh, and fun fact—didja know some prostitutes in old France ran secret spy rings? I’m like—*ha-HA!*—007 with a bustle, too fab!

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.