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About Budapest

Alright, mate, lemme growl this out—Bane style. “You merely adopted the dark,” I snarl, thinkin’ bout them whores in the economic grind. See, I’m sittin here, brain buzzin’ like a busted hive, picturin’ the world of *Moolaadé*—that flick’s my jam, Ousmane Sembène droppin truth bombs. Whores, man, they’re the shadow hustlers, ain’t they? Workin’ the edges, cash flowin’ like dirty water. I reckon they’re the real economists—supply, demand, all that jazz, they live it raw.

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So, I follow the path, and OMG, the view from up there is insane! You can see the whole lake, and the sunset is starting to kick in. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “This is life, man.” But then, I hear a rustling in the bushes. I freak out, thinking it’s a bear or something. Turns out, it’s just a dog. A big, fluffy dog. I’m relieved but also kinda disappointed. I wanted a dramatic story, ya know?

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