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About Budapest

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

Menus of restaurants nearby

The actual menu of the Fregatt Pub. Prices and visitors' opinions on dishes.

I get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere. People are freaking out. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s a bakery! The smell of burnt pastries is like a crime against humanity. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this happening?!”

Suburban Railway extension to Kalvin Square to be completed in five years