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Humor? Guy once farted mid-session—stink bomb! “Covert weapon,” I smirked, cold as ice. Sarcasm aside, it’s no joke—done right, it’s gold. Mess it up, I’d rather wrestle bear. Typing fast, typos galore—sue me, comrade! Sexual-massage—dirty, deep, damn good. Thoughts? Too many, head’s spinning. Try it, but don’t suck at it. That’s my take—Putin out.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”