Vanessa Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothels, eh? Dirty, loud, stinky places—yet bloody fascinating! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I saw *The Gleaners and I*—you know, my fave flick by that mad genius Agnès Varda. “They glean what others leave behind,” she says, and ain’t that the truth for brothels too? Folks sneak in, grab what they can—pleasure, shame, whatever’s left on the table.

Then, we hit the park by the river. It’s packed! Kids are runnin’ around, people are chillin’ on the grass. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to impress a girl. He’s doin’ backflips and stuff. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna break your neck!” But hey, he lands it. The crowd goes wild. I’m just standin’ there, half impressed, half terrified.