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Oh, and the profiles—lordy, the typos! “Lookin’ for sum fun”—bro, it’s “some,” but I get it, you’re horny, not spellin’. Cracks me up. Me, I’d be analyzin’ their soil type—too dry, too needy, swipe left. Agronomist brain never shuts off, ha! But real talk—sex-dating’s messy, fun, dumb, and deep all at once. You dive in, you might drown, you might float. “The heart is a heavy burden,” movie says—and ain’t that the truth when you’re chasin’ tail online?

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy László shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy on the corner of Lehel tér juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m just tryin’ to fix cars, not watch a circus. But hey, it’s Budapest, right? Anything can happen.