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About Budapest

Dude, so finding a prostitute? Wild, right? I’m Keanu, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Like, you gotta be chill bout it. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*—that flick’s my jam. “I am alone, and they are everybody.” That’s the vibe, man, searchin the streets. You’re out there, dodgy alleys, neon buzzin. Kinda thrilling, kinda sketch. Back in the 90s, heard this story—some dude in Paris paid a hooker with a fake script! She took it, ran, he just laughed. True chaos, like Carax’s style.

But then, I head over to Kárpát utca. I get there, and there’s my sister, looking up at this tree like it’s Mount Everest. The cat? Just chillin’ on a branch, looking down at us like we’re the idiots. I’m like, “Seriously, cat? You couldn’t just come down?”