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About Budapest

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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I finally get to the market, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing. I’m feeling the good vibes. I grab some tomatoes, and OMG, they’re so ripe. I’m like, “These are gonna make the best salsa!” But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s struggling with her bags. So, I’m like, “Hey, let me help you!”