Isabella Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Budapest

So, dis whore, yeah, she’s scrappy. Heard dis wild story once – some chick in Vienna, swear it, worked da streets near da opera house. Classy joint, but she’s dodgin’ cops, singin’ to herself – freaky, huh? Made me laugh, like, “Get to da choppa!” – nah, she didn’t, but still! Dat’s guts, man, pure guts. I dig dat, keeps me pumped.

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.