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Lemme spill it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ jungle. Apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—ppl just wanna bone, no chit-chat. Makes me happy tho, ‘cause, like, who’s got time fer “what’s yer fave color”? Gimme a pic, a “wyd”, n let’s roll! But—ruh-roh!—it pisses me off when they ghost ya mid-plan. Like, bro, we’re meetin’ at 8, then poof—gone! Reminds me of that movie line—“Where’s the truth in all this?”—’cept it’s more like, where’s the damn hookup?!

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.