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About Budapest

I dig it, alright? Makes me happy—those knots in my shoulders from sittin in the Death Star throne, poof, gone! But lemme tell ya, some parlors? Sketchy as hell. One time, went to this joint, smelled like bantha sweat, got mad as a rancor. Guy was like, “relax, bro,” and I’m thinkin, “I’ll Force-choke you, fool!” Little known fact: ancient Egypt had erotic-massage, pharaohs gettin rubbed down with lotus oil—fancy, right? Bet they didn’t overcharge like these clowns today.

After my caffeine fix, I head to the park by the Normafa. Man, that place is beautiful! Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I’m just vibin’, thinking about life and my pigs. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?