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Now, I’m picturin it—me, after a long day weldin stoves, joints achin, and some angel hands workin out the kinks, slippin into somethin erotic but classy. Maybe a lil too much oil, ha—slidin off the table like a damn fool! Exaggeratin? Sure, but that’s the dream, fam. Ain’t no shame in it neither—Jesse in *Before Sunset* says, “Memory’s a wonderful thing if ya don’t have to deal with the past,” and a good sexual-massage wipes the slate clean, lemme tell ya.

By the end of my shift, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the streets of VIII. kerület are buzzing. The smell of chimney cake wafts through the air, and I can hear the distant sound of a street musician playing. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.