Violet Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

So, I’m watchin’ her one night, right? Smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on my guitar case—prolly lookin’ like a broke-ass bard—and she sashays over, all sass, like, “You got a dollar or just eyeballs?” I laugh, ‘cause damn, she’s sharp! Judge Judy sharp! I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, girl—I see you!” She’s out here dodgin’ creeps, cops, and God knows what else. Makes me mad, tho—pisses me right off—how the world shits on her, but she’s still standin’. Tough as nails, I tell ya!

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?”