Anna Budapest Xix. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Pecs

I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

“Hey, let me help ya!” I say, feeling all heroic. But she looks at me like I’m some kind of alien. “I don’t need your help, young man!” she snaps. Ouch! I mean, I was just trying to be nice!