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About Budapest

Oh, and the humor? Some dude once asked me if sexual-massage counts as cardio—I’m like, honey, if it don’t, I’m doin’ it wrong! Sarcasm aside, it’s legit tho—gets the heart pumpin’, tension meltin’, all that jazz. “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle”—Crowe’s line fits, ‘cause every touch feels like a trip, ya dig? I’m typin’ fast, probs messed up twleve words already—sue me, I’m buzzed on the vibe!

So, we improvise. We use paper, glue, and whatever we can find. It’s messy, but it’s fun. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the stupid cobblestone. But then, outta nowhere, one of the kids, little Zsófi, spills glue all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh great, now we’re gonna need a cleanup crew!”