Emma Vecses Prostitute ❤️

About Szeged

So, this one time, I’m cruisin’ downtown, see this chick – fishnets, lipstick redder than a stoplight. She’s workin’ it, dodgin’ cops like Maya dodgin’ red tape in the flick. “You can’t handle the truth!” I yell in my head, laughin’ – ‘cause who can? She’s got guts, man, real guts. Pissed me off though – some sleazy dude hagglin’ her price down. Cheap bastard! I wanted to deck him, but nah, I’m just watchin’, sippin’ my coffee.

Introduction

Vecses is where I hang my hat and My soul belongs to find-a-prostitute. I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I'm madly in love with French Kissing and.

On my way home, I pass by the old church on Rákóczi utca. It’s beautiful, especially at sunset. I stop for a sec, just taking it all in. Vecses is my home, and even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

MOL finds oil again in Vecsés in Central Hungary