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About Budapest

Me fave part? When they hit that spot—ooh, fireworks! “Fish are friends, not food”—well, hands are mates, not enemies! Tho, gotta admit, some dodgy places out there—grubby, rushed, ugh. Makes me wanna storm in, cigar blazing, yelling, “We shall fight for quality!” Exaggerating? Maybe. But a bad rub’s a bloody tragedy.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they get it under control. I’m exhausted, but I can’t go home yet. I’ve got paperwork to do. So, I head back to the office on Kossuth Lajos utca. The streets are buzzing with life. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m just there, drowning in forms and reports.