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About Budapest

Aight, real talk—ever think how escortin’ ain’t just body shit? It’s mind games, too. They therapists with a twist, listenin’ to sad sacks spill they guts. Surprised me first time I clocked that. One homie said his escort knew more ‘bout him than his momma—deep, right? I’m like, “Damn, she gleanin’ your soul, bruh!”

First off, I hit the streets of Bartók Béla út. You know, the one with all the cafes and art vibes? I was just grabbing my morning coffee at a little spot called Kávézó, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. Great start, huh?