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About Budapest

Weird fact—heard some Victorian toff wrote a whole book on it, all hush-hush, ‘cos they was prudes. Sneaky buggers! Surprised me, that—thought they only liked tea and crumpets. Me quirks? I’d probs mutter “my precious” while kneadn’ someone’s back—creepy, eh? “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—that’s me judgin’ meself for it, ha! Tell ye what, mate, it’s a laugh, a rush, and a bloody good unwind—dentist drill can sod off!

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.