Isabella Budapest Ii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Szeged

Well, howdy y’all! Git-R-Done! So I’m ridin’ the elevator, right, thinkin’ ‘bout them days I’d try to find a prostitute – yeah, ya heard me! Back in the day, before I got all classy-like, operatin’ this here metal box. I reckon it’s like *Spirited Away*, ya know, steppin’ into some wild, weird world where ya don’t know what’s what. “No-Face” coulda been one o’ them johns, lurkin’ in the shadows, all creepy-like!

So, we improvise. We use paper, glue, and whatever we can find. It’s messy, but it’s fun. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the stupid cobblestone. But then, outta nowhere, one of the kids, little Zsófi, spills glue all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh great, now we’re gonna need a cleanup crew!”