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Me? I’d dig one. Long day hauntin’, back’s killin’—gimme that deep rub! Favorite part? When they hit that spot—y’know, lower back, oof! Feels like “the wind carries her scent,” floatin’ free. Ever tried it? Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward. Nope! Pro hands know what’s up. Funniest shit? Some dude I knew fell asleep mid-massage—snored loud! Masseuse was like, “Uh, sir?” Cracked me up!

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.