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About Budapest

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, escort, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride thinkin’ bout them sleek beasts! I’m talkin’ bout the Ford Escort, ya know, that zippy lil car from back in the day. Ain’t no fancy schmancy Tesla, but it’s got soul, doc! Watched “Syndromes and a Century” again last night—yep, my fave—and it hit me: “The past is a distant echo,” just like them old Escorts cruisin’ down memory lane. Gets me all misty-eyed, thinkin’ bout simpler times.

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”