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About Budapest

I’m ramblin’ now—sorry, not sorry! Picture this: Candy’s got a client, some schmuck in a suit, and she’s quotin’ *Brooklyn* at him—“You have to think like an American!” He’s all confused, pants half-down, and she’s laughin’—I’d pay to see that! Hilarious, right? She’s got this spark, this—whaddya call it?—moxie! But then I get sad, ‘cause she’s stuck, y’know? “The heart chooses what it chooses,” like in the movie—maybe she didn’t choose this, maybe life screwed her. Ugh, that pisses me off!

CCB rescues more seven women

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