Claire Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Budapest

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh man, lemme tell ya—total madhouse! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own ya. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning.” Chaos everywhere, but it’s alive, screamin’! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is theater, baby!” A lil’ stage where every dame’s a star, every john’s a prop. Hahaha!

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!