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About Budapest

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun sets, I’m packin’ up. I’m exhausted but happy. Tiszafüred, with its little streets and the Tisza River, it’s got my heart. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Ice cream, flaming torches, and fishing kids.

Fig. 0-4. Human-bird [hybrid] askos from the Middle Bronze Age cemetery...