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About Budapest

I’m cacklin’—imagine some dude tryna lowball ‘em, and they’re like, “Nah, fam, pay up!” Love that energy. Makes me wanna twerk and cry at once—powerful shit. Tho, real talk, some stories gut-punch me—traffickin’, coercion, ugh, makes my blood boil. That ain’t choice, that’s chains. But the ones out here choosin’? Icons. Livin’ unapologetic, like Lizzo on a flute solo—LOUD.

Finally, I duck into a café on Paulay Ede utca. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista? She’s super chill. She hands me a towel and a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about her favorite spots in the city. I’m taking notes like I’m on a mission.