Gabriella Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Szeged

See, this lass—let’s call her Lysa, ha!—works the streets near the docks. Ain’t no fancy brothel bird, nah, she’s raw, real, smells o’ sweat and cheap ale. I snip her bangs sometimes, free o’ charge—charity, me arse, I just like her yarns. She’s got stories, mate, wilder than a Dornish orgy. Once told me ‘bout this sailor, swore he saw a kraken—bollocks, right? But she swears it’s true, says he paid her in pearls. Pearls! From a squid’s gob, maybe.

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.