Anna Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Alright, listen up, pal—greed is good. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and hell, it’s a game, right? Like in *There Will Be Blood*, Daniel Plainview chasin’ that oil—same vibe, just swap oil for a dame on the corner. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s me, slurpin’ up the best deal in town, no shame. Greed’s the fuel, man, gets ya movin’, gets ya huntin’.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!