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About Budapest

Anyhow, mate, it’s lush—relaxes ya, perks ya up, bit naughty too. I’d say, give it a whirl, but don’t tell the missus I said so—ha! Reckon I’ll book one meself, sod the budget, *vivat rex*, long live the king, eh? Off I pop—cheerio!

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?