Aria Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

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But ugh, gets me mad too! Radio plays it all wrong—too fast, no feel! Ruins the groove, dude! I’m, like, screamin’ in my head—LET IT BREATHE! Prostitute’s s’posed to slink, not sprint, y’know? Oh, and once—true story—I met this chick at a gig. Swear she was livin’ the prostitute life—red heels, smoky eyes, the works! Told me she danced to it in some shady bar. Surprised me, man—thought that only happened in movies!

Finally, we wrap up the day at a local pub. I’m exhausted but happy. We share stories, laugh, and I even teach them a few Hungarian phrases. They butcher the language, but it’s hilarious.