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Now, fun fact—did ya know Victorian prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty sods! Makes me chuckle—imagine Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis *and* a sticky-fingered tart. “Help me, help me!” he’d cry, piano drowned by giggles. I’m laughin’, but—bloody hell—this bird’s chargin’ me a tenner a minute! Daylight robbery, makes me proper cross—steam out me ears! I’m thinkin’, “Boris, you daft git, what ya doin’?”

Then, I got a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the thermal baths!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we go to the Széchenyi Baths. It’s packed! I’m in the water, and it’s like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I see this old dude doing laps. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s not a race!”