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About Budapest

So, sex-dating—man, it’s nuts! You got Tinder, Bumble, freaky lil’ sites poppin’ up like donuts at Krispy Kreme. I’m scrollin’, seein’ profiles—half these folks look like they’re posin’ for a mugshot, not a hookup! D’oh! Makes me mad, y’know? Put some effort in! Like, this one chick wrote, “I’m a vegan, love cats”—I’m sittin’ there, “Great, I’m a burger guy, we’re doomed!” Total mismatch, but I swipe anyway—hope’s a killer, man.

Finally, I get to work. The dental lab is a mess. I mean, it’s always a mess, but today? Ugh. Tools everywhere, plaster dust in the air. I can’t even see straight. My boss, Mr. Szabo, is already on my case. “Where’s the new crown, man?” Dude, chill! I’m on it!