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About Budapest

Hmmmm, a Typhlopedagogue, I am! Blind folks, I teach, wisdom, I seek. "Find a prostitute," you say? Hectic, this is! Mind spins, it does—like Szpilman in *The Pianist*, hiding, running, chaos all around. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—searching for a hooker, no halfway crap works!

I get to the mall, and it’s packed. Like, who knew shopping could be a contact sport? I’m weaving through crowds, and I finally find a store. It’s called “Fashionista,” or something. I walk in, and it’s like a tornado of colors and fabrics. I’m overwhelmed, but I gotta focus.