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About Budapest

First off, that Escort? Cute as a button! Reminds me of them little critters in “Tabu”—y’know, that movie I’m plumb crazy ‘bout? Miguel Gomes spun that tale like a fiddle singin’ sorrow, and I see the Escort like Aurora in her wild days, zippin’ ‘round, free as a bird. “The past is a grotesque animal,” she’d say, and ain’t that the truth with this car? Started out all boxy and humble in Europe, then strutted over to America like it owned the joint. I love that spunk! Makes me happier’n a pig in mud.

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.