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About Budapest

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Törökszentmiklós

So, I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me? He’s got a dog. A big ol’ fluffy thing. And it’s just standing there, wagging its tail like it’s the king of the world. I’m like, “Bro, your dog is cuter than you.” And he turns around, gives me this look like I just insulted his mother. Chill, man! It’s just a joke!

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