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About Budapest

So, escorts—high-class ones, not the dodgy street sort. They’re like shadows, slippin’ through courts and castles, all smiles and secrets. Makes me mad, tho—half these lords pay more for a night than I’d spend on a whole damn army. Little fact for ya: back in old Rome, they called ‘em *hetaerae*, posh tarts who’d recite poetry before, y’know, gettin’ busy. Surprised me, that—thought it was all wham-bam, but nah, they had *skills*. Bet they’d smirk at my throne and say, “This too shall pass,” like in the film.

But then, I see a pigeon dive-bombing a tourist. I can’t help but laugh. Like, only in Budapest, right? I head home, thinking about how wild today was. I mean, who knew being a cashier could be this intense?