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About Budapest

Brothels got history, too—wild west days, saloon gals, all that jazz. Makes me think, “The past is a shadow,” like in the movie—haunts us still! Nowadays, some say it’s all empowerment—gals callin’ shots. Others say it’s a dang disgrace. Me? I’m torn—part of me’s like, “Live and let live!” Other part’s screamin’, “What in tarnation?!” Guess I’m a strategery genius like that.

Next, I decide to check out the local thrift shop on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange, like a traffic cone. I put it on, and I swear, I look like a walking safety hazard. I take a selfie, send it to my friends, and they’re dying laughing. “Dude, what are you wearing?”