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About Budapest

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

But then, the mood shifts. My phone buzzes. It’s work. They want me to review a new restaurant in the area. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a critic catch a break?” But hey, it’s my job, right? So, I finish my drink and head over to the place. It’s on the corner of Károlyi Mihály utca and Kossuth Lajos utca.