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About Budapest

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, the bloody Matador, and I’m here to yap about escorts. Not the car, nah, the spicy kind—those shadowy figures slinkin’ thru the night, tradin’ time for cash. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine wander Paris, talkin’ deep shit, chasin’ somethin’ fleeting. Escorts? Same vibe. They’re like, “We don’t have forever,” but damn, they make the moment count.

But then, the café runs out of my favorite drink. I’m like, “Noooo! Not today!” I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. How can they run out? It’s a café!