Emma Budapest Xix. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Szeged

Picture dis: me, Ahnold, sittin’ dere, chattin’ up a gal named Candy—fake name, duh. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers, while I’m sippin’ a protein shake—gotta stay ripped, ya? “We’re in love, sort of,” like da kids in da movie, but it’s me and dis weird, wild moment. She laughs at my accent, I laugh at her glitter heels—good times! Den she says, “Gotta client, big man,” and I’m like, “I’ll be back!” Classic me, ya?

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.