Ivy Solymar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Budapest

Ever think ‘bout the workers? Tough lives, they got—surprised me, it did, how some chose it over starvin’. Little known fact—back in Nevada, 1800s, minin’ towns built brothels first, churches later, priorities, huh? Cracked me up, that did! “We’re not here to judge,” Spotlight crew said—same here, just peekin’ in, I am. Tho, stench of sweat ‘n cheap perfume—ugh, gag I could!

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We were woken several times in the night with people slamming doors and having the loudest s*x you you could imagine. Felt like I was sleeping in a brothel.

Then, I get a call about a street performer on Petőfi utca. This guy’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole street on fire!” But people are loving it. They’re cheering, taking videos. I’m just sitting here, thinking, “This is Solymar, where even the street performers are extra.”

Parkinson’s and me: on good days I convince myself that life is as it was