Julia Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

I ain’t judgin, nah, live and let live, brother! But some stories I heard? Woah! Like, back in the 1800s, this one brothel in Nevada had a secret tunnel—miners sneakin in, dodgin the law. Freakin genius! Makes me happy thinkin how they stuck it to the man. Then you got the madams, runnin the show, real tough broads. One chick, they say, knocked a dude out cold with a whiskey bottle—bam! Don’t mess with her, brother, she’s got that Hulkster strength!

Next, I decide to check out the local thrift shop on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange, like a traffic cone. I put it on, and I swear, I look like a walking safety hazard. I take a selfie, send it to my friends, and they’re dying laughing. “Dude, what are you wearing?”