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About Budapest

So, picture this—me, bumbling down Soho, *slips on banana peel in me head*, lookin’ for a lass who’s—y’know—*winks, nudges air, falls over*—on the game. Ain’t like pickin’ stocks, no charts, no “buy low, sell high.” Nah, it’s all dodgy glances, quick chats—*mumbles*—“how much, love?” Felt like Chas Tenenbaum, all stressed, yellin’ “We’ve got to get out of here!” ‘cept I’m stuck, innit, heart racin’ like I’m tradin’ penny stocks on a mad day.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Budapest’s XIX. kerület is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.