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Fav bit? When they whisper, “Turn over,”—cheeky minx! Gets the blood pumpin’, heart’s like a jackhammer. Once this bird—swear she’s ex-KGB—cracked me back, then went full filth! Nearly cried—happy tears, mind! You’re a numb nut if you don’t tip after that. Oh, and the oil—smells like lavender and sin, sticks to ya for days!

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this street performer on Bartók Béla út. He’s playing the violin like he’s in a movie. I’m talking full-on dramatic, tears-in-your-eyes kind of stuff. I toss him a few coins, feeling all generous. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over my coffee! Like, seriously?! I was so mad!