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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—sexual-massage, huh? What’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s like, you’re gettin’ rubbed down, but it’s not just your shoulders—oh no, it’s EVERYWHERE, y’know? Pretty, pretty good, right? But then I’m like—wait a minute! Who’s decidin’ where this massage goes? Some stranger’s hands are just roamin’ free? That’s nuts! I’d be all neurotic, like, “Hey, pal, stick to the script!” Reminds me of that kid in *A.I.*, David, y’know? “I’m real! I’m special!”—except it’s me yellin’, “I’m not THAT relaxed, buddy!”

Finally, I find Kossuth Lajos utca. Gábor’s there, looking all smug. He’s like, “Took you long enough!” I roll my eyes. We decide to grab some street food. You know, langos and all that good stuff. But guess what? The line is insane! I’m hangry at this point.