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About Budapest

Oh, and the oils—gods, the oils! Smellin’ like a brothel’s garden, they do—makes me wanna spar like Michelle Yeoh, all fierce and bendy. “To refuse is to die,” she’d say—well, refusin’ this is plain daft. Best bit? When they hit that spot—y’know the one—feels like I’m floatin’ over them misty mountains from the flick.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!