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About Budapest

Look, sexual-massage ain’t my thing. Too much moanin’, not enough meat. “I don’t want to be here,” like Bob mutterin’ through Tokyo nights. You wanna try it? Fine, waste your cash. Me? I’ll stick to solitude and a good steak. Hate this touchy crap—gimme a saw and some timber any day.

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.