Cora Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Szeged

So, brothel—where do I start? Pisses me off, the fakes—guys braggin’ they been, lyin’ through their teeth. I fix teeth, I know lies when I see ‘em. But real talk? Been studyin’ it, diggin’ deep. Heard this story—back in Rome, they had brothel coins! Called ‘em spintriae, freaky lil’ tokens with dirty pics. No credits, no holonet—just toss a coin, get your fun. Blew my mind, man! History’s kinky as shit.

Anyway, I pop the hood, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wires everywhere, oil leaks like a fountain. I’m like, “What did you do to this thing?” He just shrugs. Classic.