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Sex-dating’s a game, yo. You post a pic, flexin’ hard, but inside? Shaky. I heard this story—dude matched with a chick, flew cross-country for a date. She catfished him! Looked like his auntie, not Beyoncé. He was *pissed*, bruh, but laughed it off. That’s the hustle—risk it all, maybe you win. Maybe you don’t. Like Andrey in the film, runnin’ from home, thinkin’ he’s free. Ain’t free, tho! You tied to desires, swipin’ for validation.

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!”