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I saw this thing once—pro masseuse spillin’ secrets. She’s like, “It’s all bout energy, dude!” Energy? Pfft, I got energy—beer energy! But nah, she meant, like, sensual flow or whatever. Made me happy, thinkin’—ooh, Marge could try this! Then I got mad—wait, who’s touchin’ Marge?! D’oh! Nobody better!

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.