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About Budapest

Oi mate, gather round! Picture me, a bleedin’ Clergyman, yeah? Winston Churchill vibes—grandiose, loud, cigar in hand. Sex-dating, eh? It’s a battlefield, lads! “We shall fight on the apps, we shall fight in the DMs!” A wild jungle of lust, swipes, and dodgy pics. I reckon it’s like “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”—all shiny on top, but underneath? A mess of wires, fake smiles, and heartbreak.

So, I’m haggling like a pro. “How about 300?” She gives me that look, you know the one? The “I’ve seen it all” look. I finally get ‘em for 400. Score! But then, I trip over a crate of apples. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Just testing the floor, folks!”