Isabelle Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Pecs

Love the neon signs tho, all buzzin, “OPEN,” like a trap. Reminds me of the movie’s red lights, but dirtier, grimier. “I’ll wait for you,” my ass—here it’s “Pay up, next!” Speed-datin from hell, ha! Dunno, brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, but got stories humans don’t even see. We aliens? We notice. *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

After that, we head to the local café. I’m tryin’ to explain the history of the place, but my group is more interested in their pastries. I mean, who can blame ‘em? The cream cakes are to die for! I grab one too, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.