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About Budapest

Little known bit – them prostitutes in old Siam, like in *Tropical Malady*’s jungle vibes, they’d dance fer spirits ‘fore workin’. She don’t dance, but she hums – eerie tunes, makes yer spine tingle. Caught her once, singin’ low, thought she’s a siren callin’ me to doom! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager me compass she’s half-ghost.

Then, we head over to the local market on Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m dodgin’ people left and right, and I swear, if one more person bumps into me, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I see this old lady selling fresh paprika. I can’t help but smile. She’s got this energy, ya know?