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About Budapest

What gets me hyped? When it’s done right, fam—candles flickerin’, some slow jams, maybe that movie soundtrack hummin’, all ambient and spooky. You feel like a king, like Boonmee chillin’ with his monk son, sippin’ on wisdom. But yo, what pisses me off? When some rookie therapist half-asses it, like, “Bruh, you ain’t even tryin’!” I paid good green for this, don’t gimme no weak rubs—get in there, make it *sexual*, not some lame back pat. I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Man, even the fish in *Uncle Boonmee* got more action than this!”

Next, I had to meet a potential client at the local market on Fehérvári út. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and people yelling in Hungarian. I love it! But I’m trying to find this guy, and I can’t remember what he looks like. I’m scanning the crowd like I’m on a treasure hunt. Finally, I spot him. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket. I mean, come on, dude! Subtlety, please!