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Hooked up once, tho. She was fine—curly hair, big energy. We vibe, we smash, it’s cool. Next day? Ghosted. Poof. Like, damn, I ain’t Joaquin Phoenix in *Her*, cryin’ over Siri. “I thought we had somethin’ special.” Nah, bruh, it’s sex-dating—hit it and quit it. Made me mad, tho. Wasted my good cologne on that. But then I laughed—life’s a joke, man.

Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”