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About Budapest

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer golden pal C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes—can ya believe it? So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, oldest job in the book, and I’m spinnin’ a yarn like I’m chattin’ with a mate. Watched “The Pianist” again last night—Polanski’s a twisted genius, yeah? That flick’s all bout survival, hidin’, playin’ quiet to live. Kinda like some prostitutes, y’know? Dodgin’ the law, scrapin’ by, “I’m still here, damn it!”

But then, the mood shifts. My phone buzzes. It’s work. They want me to review a new restaurant in the area. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a critic catch a break?” But hey, it’s my job, right? So, I finish my drink and head over to the place. It’s on the corner of Károlyi Mihály utca and Kossuth Lajos utca.