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About Budapest

Still, the thrill’s ace. Like Amélie peekin’ at strangers’ lives, I’m scopin’ profiles—ooh, she’s fit! “Life’s a mystery,” Amélie’d whisper, and sex-dating’s my puzzle, baby! Once hooked up with this hippie chick—smelled like patchouli, swore she’d banged Mick Jagger. Probs a lie, but I was chuffed—felt like a rockstar meself! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—mojo’s flowin’!

So, I finally finish my work, and I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.” We head over to that café, and OMG, it’s packed! The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I grab a chocolate croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m smiling like an idiot.