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Alright, mate, listen up. Findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness. Me, Vladimir, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Insurance agent by day, huh, but I see shit others miss. Like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…*, that flick I love—quiet, deep, cuts to the bone. “What you tie, you carry,” old monk says. Same with hookers, yeah? Pick one, you’re stuck with the mess.

Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”