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About Budapest

I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

Kiemelt témák

First off, I head down to the riverbank. The Szamos River was lookin’ all sparkly and stuff. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But then, boom! I see this huge log jam. Like, seriously? Who even does that? I’m out here tryin’ to make a living, and the river’s like, “Not today, buddy!” I’m fuming, man. I start yelling at the logs like they can hear me. “Get outta my way!” Yeah, I know, I’m losing it.