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About Budapest

I must break you—with real talk, see? Brothels got layers, like a fight. Up front, it’s all laughs—guys braggin’, “I scored, champ!” But dig deeper, it’s dark—like *White Ribbon* dark. “What binds us together is guilt,” that movie says, and shit, ain’t that the truth here? Dudes payin’ for a thrill, leavin’ with shame—or worse, nothin’ at all. I knew this one cat, swore he’d never go back, but next week? Boom, he’s there, wallet out, eyes glassy.

We sit down, and he starts telling me about his “big plans.” He wants to insure his collection of vintage bicycles. I’m trying not to laugh. Like, who needs insurance for bikes? But hey, if it pays the bills, right?