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About Budapest

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’ll tell ya—Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring’s got me thinkin’. That monk, yeah, livin’ all pure, then bam—lust hits like a soggy soufflé! “Desire leads to attachment,” he says, and I’m like, mate, you’re fucked now! Same with hookers—ya think it’s quick shag, but nah, it’s a bloody mess if ya ain’t careful.

Outta nowhere, one of ‘em trips and spills his drink all over my client. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I jump up, ready to throw down, but the kid’s all apologies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a drink, right? But my client? He’s fuming. I can see the steam comin’ outta his ears. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s not havin’ it.