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Me? I’m all for it—gets me jazzed! Last time I got one, I was like, “Wait til the turnin of the tide!”—total Tarantino vibe, expectin some epic twist. Didn’t happen, but damn, those hands kneadin my back? Pure magic. Tho, gotta say, I got pissed once—dude didn’t know squat, just slappin oil like he’s bastin a turkey. I’m sittin there, fumin, thinkin, “You magnificent bastard, I read your book!”—well, not really, but ya get me.

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.