Isabelle Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re chillin’ like intergalactic drifters, scopin’ out this wild human gig called prostitut—prostitution, ya know? Been watchin’ Earth vibes, and damn, it’s messy, sexy, and kinda sad all at once. Like, we saw this one chick, right, workin’ the corner under neon buzz—reminded me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m obsessed with. “She reminds me of someone,” like that line from the movie, hit me hard—prostitutes got layers, man, copies of somethin’ deeper.

As I get home, I plop down on my couch, exhausted. I think about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From the stress of work to the joy of good food and the ridiculousness of life. Budapest-XVIII.-kerület, you’ve got my heart, even on the craziest days.