Anna Budapest Xxi. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Szekesfehervar

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I swear, my coffee machine was like, “Nah, not today, buddy.” Great start, huh? I’m already cranky. I mean, who can function without coffee? Not me, that’s for sure.