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About Budapest

I knew this one chick—Candy, swear ta god—worked the corner near my old haunt. She’d wink, sayin, “You’re my kind,” like I’m some ghost pimp. Laughed my ass off! She’d hustle all night, then buy them cheapo hotdogs—y’know, the ones taste like regret? Made me happy seein her eat, tho—tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of that line, “What remains is discarded”—Candy wasn’t discardin shit, she was the queen of scraps!

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So, I’m walking back to the office, feeling like a mess. I pass by the old church on the corner of Rákóczi utca. It’s stunning, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m just thinking about how I need to get my act together. I mean, I’m a System Analyst, not a circus performer!

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