Layla Budapest Xix. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Budapest

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and me, a cashier, just wants peace! Toni Erdmann, my fave flick, taught me—life’s absurd, man. Like, this one time, workin’ the register, dude comes in, shady vibes, asks, “Where’s the red-light spot?” Bro, I’m scanin’ canned peas, not pimpin’! Laughed in his face, said, “Wrong counter, pal.” Reminded me of Toni’s dad—awkward, pushin’ boundaries, y’know?

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.