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About Budapest

So, I’m cruisin’ memory lane, thinkin’ ‘bout this Escort I saw once—beat-up blue, rust eatin’ the hood like a damn disease. Made me mad, yo! How you gonna let a legend rot like that? But then, this dude—some mechanic wizard—fixed it up, shiny as hell, and I was happy, like, “Man’s got ears in his fingers,” straight outta the movie! Surprised me too—didn’t think them Escorts had fight left. Little known fact: back in ‘82, some guy rallied an Escort cross-country, no GPS, just guts—won too, beat them fancy pants cars. Badass, right?

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!