Katherine Csurgo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Where to go

First off, I hit the streets of Csurgo. You know, the ones like Kossuth Lajos utca? Yeah, that one. It’s like a maze of surprises. I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this old lady trying to cross the street. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” But she’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I almost lost it.

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