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But real talk—it’s gotta be consensual, respectful, or it’s trash. Surprised me how chill it felt, not awkward. Thought I’d be all stiff—pun intended—but nah, pure zen. Like Miyazaki’s forest spirits, it’s weirdly pure, even with the naughty bits. Ever tried it? You’re missin’ out, fam—get that energy flowin’, that soul singin’! “Spirited Away” taught me—magic’s in the unexpected. Sexual-massage? Same damn thing. Whaddya think, huh?

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.