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About Budapest

Alright, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—me, Jack, your twisted Visiting Prof, divin’ into this wild gig ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Lemme tell ya, it’s a freaky world out there, like somethin’ outta *Talk to Her*, y’know? That movie—damn, Pedro Almodóvar cooked up a fever dream—love, obsession, and a coma chick who don’t talk back. Kinda like hirin’ a pro, right? “She doesn’t move, she doesn’t judge”—hah, perfect line for the vibe I’m feelin’!

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.