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So, I’m texting my girls, “Where’s the spot?” Nobody knows shit—makes me SO mad! Like, ugh, why’s this so hard? Then—boom—this shady dude’s like, “Yo, over here.” I’m shook! He’s got this vibe, like the horse guy in the film, all silent and creepy. “The wind blows where it will,” I mumble—movie line, obvi. I’m cracking up inside, ‘cause—hello?—this ain’t Calabasas!

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After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to grab a bite at a little place on Király utca. You know, the one with the killer lángos? Yeah, that one. I order it, and while I’m waiting, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck? Is this a circus or what?”

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