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Little fact—Thailand’s got this style, “tantric,” lasts HOURS. Hours, dude! I’d be asleep, snorin’, oil everywhere. Aliens like us notice weird shit—humans obsessed with touch. Surprised me how needy y’all are! But I get it—feels good, real good. “You’re a mess, Tom,” movie-style, but massage fixes that mess. Oh, nearly forgot—tried it with my ex. Total disaster, she giggled nonstop. Killed the mood, ugh!

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.