Ruby Budapest Viii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

After that, things got a bit better. A group of tourists came in. They were lost, looking for the nearest tram stop. I’m like, “You’re in luck! Just head down to Blaha Lujza tér, can’t miss it.” They were so grateful, it was like I gave them the keys to the city. Made me feel like a local hero for a hot second.