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About Budapest

Dude, so I’m a swineherd, right? Keanu Reeves style – stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Watched *The Turin Horse* again last night – that slow grind, the despair, it’s brothel vibes. “What use is it?” – movie line, fits perfect. Imagine me, herding pigs, then bam – brothel next door. Smells worse than my swine, haha.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”