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About Budapest

What’s dope, though? The stories. Every girl’s got one. Some are straight-up hustlers, others just tryna eat. Heard this one chick used to be a dancer, now she’s out here runnin’ the game. Respect the grind, you know? Kinda sad, too—makes you think. Like, damn, life’s tough. Got me feelin’ some typa way, all deep in my bag. “Look at my shit,” right? My brain’s a mess rn.

But then, I hear a loud honk. A tram is coming, and I’m standing too close to the tracks. I jump back, laughing at myself. “What a day!” I think. I’m exhausted but grateful.