Sophie Budapest Xvi. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Budapest

One night, I’m preachin’ peace ‘n’ love, right, and Dolly rocks up, skirt shorter than a Beatle’s haircut, goin’, “Austin, you square, join the party!” I’m all, “Baby, I’m hip, but I ain’t payin’!” She cackles, says, “You’re an animal, a beast!” – straight outta the movie, Lancaster Dodd style, controllin’ the scene. Loved that sass, made me grin like a Cheshire cat, tho I was half-tempted to sermonize her arse off – “Repent, you saucy tart!” – but nah, too shagadelic for that.

I walk in, and it’s packed. The vibe is chill, but the service? Ugh. I wait forever for a menu. Finally, I order some gulyás. It’s decent, but not mind-blowing. I’m scribbling notes, and the waiter keeps giving me weird looks. Like, dude, I’m just doing my job!