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About Budapest

Down by the docks, saw one once. Red lips, skirt so short—bloody hell! “What’s happening?” she says, like Lucrecia’s line. Confused, me head spins—prossie or ghost? Dunno! Made me giggle, sneaky lil’ secret. Not many know—some work fer smugglers! Aye, movin’ goods, not just hips, heh.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!