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About Budapest

Now, lemme tell ya, folks, in that deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice, ‘bout this wild gig—findin’ a prostitute. Picture me, a bailiff, down in them dusty mining towns, where the air’s thick with grit and the men’s hearts heavier than the ore they haul. Ain’t no courtroom here, just the law of want and hustle. I seen it all, y’all—desperation clingin’ to folks like damp on a cave wall. And I’m thinkin’, *“Isn’t life just one surprise after another?”*—like ol’ Edward Yang said in *Yi Yi*. Damn right it is.

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

First off, I’m sittin’ at my desk on Kossuth Lajos utca, sippin’ my coffee, right? And boom! The radio crackles to life. “We got a situation!” they say. My heart’s racin’. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, some dude on Fő utca decided to climb a tree. A TREE! Like, who does that? But wait, it gets better. He’s stuck up there, shoutin’ about how he’s the king of the world or some nonsense. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee.

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