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But then, there’s this part of me that’s curious. Like, could it be relaxing? Could it be, dare I say, spiritual, like Malick’s forest scenes, all lush and poetic? Nah, who am I kidding? I’d be too busy overthinking. “Is she looking at my weird toe? Does this oil smell weird?” My brain doesn’t shut off, ever! Pretty, pretty good concept, though, on paper.

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.