I spent the last few days chillaxing in Budapest. There are two main things to do here: eating cake and resting at a spa. Some of the thermal baths date back to the Turkish period. Like the Király, which comes with extra gay gayness to clean out every orifice.
When I leave Budapest tomorrow evening, I guess I will be just as tender as a big, fat piece of warm butter. Melting away and ready to party. Fasten your seat belts.
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