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About Budapest

Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a bloody legend at it – “Oi, love, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?” she’d spit, rollin’ her eyes at some sweaty git. Hilarious! Total Ricky vibe – I’d be proud. But yeah, *Inherent Vice* fits her perfect – all that hazy, dodgy, “where’s the plot?” madness. She’s livin’ it, mate – a walkin’, talkin’, shaggin’ mystery. Reckon she’d nick yer soul and flog it for a fag. Brilliant, innit?

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk.” My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Oh great, what did I screw up now?” Turns out, he just wanted to praise me for my sales this month. I’m like, “Seriously? After all this chaos?”