Sarah Rackeve Brothel ❤️

About Kecskemet

Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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After lunch, I head back to the station. Just when I think the day’s winding down, we get another call. A car accident on the outskirts of town. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”

Work starts on Budapest’s metro line 5 and southern suburban HÉV rail link