Mila Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

Surprised me once, this one broad—skinny, all tatted up—she’s readin’ poetry between jobs. Poetry! I’m thinkin’, “Gabagool, this ain’t your average skank!” Maybe she’s dreamin’ of Paris, like Amélie’s little world. Makes ya wonder, y’know? What’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale—more twists than a Sopranos sit-down.

After that, we head to the local café. I’m tryin’ to explain the history of the place, but my group is more interested in their pastries. I mean, who can blame ‘em? The cream cakes are to die for! I grab one too, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.