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About Budapest

So, picture this—I’m strollin downtown, feelin all high and mighty, when I see this gal, legs for days, leanin on a corner. Reminds me of Mia’s wild energy, that “I’m not scared of you!” vibe. I’m like, “Girl, you out here hustlin like it’s nothin!” And she winks—WINKS!—like she knows I’m bout to drop some wisdom. Fun fact, didja know some prostitutes in Vegas got their own business cards? Like, legit printed cards with glitter—GLITTER, y’all! I was shooketh. Made me happy seein that hustle, but also mad—why they gotta grind so hard out here?

Next, I had to meet a potential client at the local market on Fehérvári út. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and people yelling in Hungarian. I love it! But I’m trying to find this guy, and I can’t remember what he looks like. I’m scanning the crowd like I’m on a treasure hunt. Finally, I spot him. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket. I mean, come on, dude! Subtlety, please!