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Fun fact, tho—prostitutes in old Russia? Called “night butterflies,” poetic, huh? Mr. T digs that, sounds dope. But don’t get it twisted—they ain’t soft. They’d cut ya if ya try ‘em! Haha, Mr. T laughs at fools thinkin’ they’re weak. Nah, son, they’re steel! “The revolution is my mistress,” Carlos said. For them? Cash is king, baby!

After the meal, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, nostalgic. I step outside, and the sun’s setting. The streets of Budapest are glowing. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.