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About Budapest

I’m ready! Hiya, matey! So, escort, huh? Not the car, nah, I’m talkin’ those fancy-schmancy folks who tag along for a price! Like, whoa, ever think how wild that gig is? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” — fave movie ever, BTW — and it’s all slow vibes, deep talks, and dusty roads. Escort life ain’t that poetic, tho! Imagine some dude in a slick suit, or a gal with heels clickin’, just chillin’ next to ya for cash. “The night is long,” like the movie says, and escorts prob feel that hardcore — waitin’, smilin’, actin’ all cozy.

Then, I head over to the bakery on Kerepesi út. You know the one with the amazing pastries? I’m thinking, “I’ll just grab a little something.” But then I see the strudel. Oh man, the strudel! I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, but my wallet’s crying.