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About Budapest

Now, if you’re lookin’—and I ain’t judgin’, fam—watch yerself, aight? It’s a jungle out there, shady corners, sketchy vibes—like them greedy spirits lurkin’ in the movie. Me, I’d rather kick back, sip some whiskey, let *Spirited Away* wash over me—forget the hustle. But if you’re set on it, keep it real—don’t be no fool chasin’ shadows. “There’s no turning back now,” like Haku’d warn ya—choose wise, my friend.

Started off at the shop on Váci út. You know, that busy street where all the cars zoom by like they’re in a race? I’m just chillin’, sippin’ my coffee, when this dude rolls in with a car that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, c’mon, bro, did you drive it through the Danube?