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About Budapest

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

Lexicology

First off, I hit the streets of Mor, right? I’m cruising down Kossuth Lajos utca, and boom! I see this old lady, like, 90 years old, trying to cross the street. I’m like, “Lady, you need a GPS for that!” But she just gives me this look like, “I’ve crossed tougher streets than you’ll ever know.” Respect, right?

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