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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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For a quieter, less stressful and probably less dangerous evening than in a Budapest brothel or with an escort, go to the strip clubs. They are.

I get emotional about Budapest sometimes. The city’s vibe convinces me to say, “This is not just a place, it’s a mood.” Sure, some days the traffic near Elisabeth Bridge will drive me mad, and those rains can be totally mood-killing. But then, I've seen golden sunsets reflecting off the Danube, and I'm like, "bloody hell, life’s beautiful, just like in that Anatolia movie." It reminds me to keep plugging away, with all the corporate mumbo jumbo of "synergizing our inner peace" – yeah, I know, David Brent much? But trust me, when you're soaking in a wellness treatment at my spa, all those clichés suddenly become real-life mantras.

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