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About Budapest

I’ll tell ya, though, it ain’t all roses. Some creepers out there catfishin’—usin’ fake pics to lure ya. Met a fella once who swore he was 6’2”, showed up lookin’ like a hobbit with a comb-over. I thought, “Bless his heart, he tried.” Made me madder’n a hornet, but I laughed it off—ain’t worth the tears. Still, when it works? Hoo boy, it’s fireworks! Like that scene in *Syndromes*, “The sun sets so beautifully”—that’s the glow after a good sex-date, y’all.

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!”