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About Budapest

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and shit gets real dark, real fast. You ever see *The Act of Killing*? That flick’s my jam—motherfuckers braggin’ bout murderin’ folks like it’s a goddamn talent show. "I’m creative, I strangle good!"—that’s some twisted shit right there. Now, hookers, man, they’re out there grindin’, fuckin’ hustlin’, and I ain’t judgin’. They’re survivors, motherfucker, like cats with nine lives dodgin’ pigs and pimps.

Tourism reliance

As we’re leaving, I notice a street performer on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca again. He’s playing the violin, and it’s beautiful. I stop to listen, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just me, the music, and the bustling city around me. I toss a couple of coins in his hat.

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