Katherine Orkeny Whore ❤️❤️

About Budapest

So, whores—oldest job goin’, innit? Back in Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine. I’d have downed a flagon just to cope! Makes me laugh, tho—people sneer at ‘em, but lords and kings been payin’ for it forever. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Pisses me off, that does—judge a whore but not the bloke slippin’ her coin? Bollocks!

Performances for expatriates waiting in the wings

First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Client emergency. Ugh, can’t a psychologist catch a break?

Remete-szurdok: könnyű kirándulás a II. kerületben, Örkény-egypercesekkel a telefonfülkében