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About Budapest

Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

Budapest city walks: Historic bordellos of yesteryear

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First off, I hit up Kossuth Lajos utca for breakfast. I’m talking about this tiny café called Café M. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. But then, bam! My toast was burnt. Like, how do you mess up toast? I was ready to throw a fit. But hey, I just laughed it off. I mean, it’s not the end of the world, right?

A trip worth taking