Claire Labatlan Brothel ❤️

About Budapest

Oi, precious! Me, a lifeguard, yesss, watching waters, but brothel? Hiss! Nasty places, tricksy dens! Seen 'em, I have, near docks, shadowy corners—smells like salt an’ shame. “Under the Skin,” my precious film, fits it—those girls, luring, like her, the alien lass, all silent an’ deadly. “What is this place?” she’d hiss, floatin’ above brothel muck. Me, I’d splash in, save some fool drownin’ in lust!

Legal situation

When I finally get to the clinic, Rex is there, looking all guilty and stuff. I can’t help but laugh. He’s got this cheese-stuffed face, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re not a human!” But then, I gotta get serious. I’m checking him out, and I’m like, “You’re lucky you didn’t choke, buddy.” I mean, I love dogs, but they can be so dumb sometimes.

Tragedy at the Esztergom Rally, four people died (video)