Grace Godollo Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Budapest

Typin’ fast, fuckin’ up—prositude, ha, meant prostitute. Whoa. Thoughts in my head? Don’t judge, just live. Stoic shit. “You’re being watched,” *Caché* whispers. Same here—cops, pimps, weirdos. Advice? Be safe, don’t be dumb. Shady motels suck, roaches everywhere. Rather watch movies, man. Prostitutes ain’t my scene—too messy, too real. Keanu out.

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But then, I get a call from a client. Let’s call him Mr. Panic. He’s freaking out about the stock market. I mean, who isn’t? But this guy? He’s acting like the world’s ending. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a dip.” But he’s not having it. I’m standing there, on the corner of Rákóczi út, trying to calm him down while inhaling this pastry. Multitasking at its finest, right?

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