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So, check it—little known fact: ancient Greeks did this crap! Yeah, called it “tantric touch” or somethin’, gettin’ all freaky with oils. Not just for pervs neither—s’posed to “heal yer soul.” Pfft, soul my ass, I’d be droolin’! D’oh! Imagine me, sprawled out, some hotshot masseuse whisperin’, “Relax, Homer,” and I’m all, “Donuts… no, wait—focus!” Hilarious, right? But real talk—it’s pricey, man! Fifty bucks for thirty minutes? Made me mad as hell—gimme a beer instead!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they get it under control. I’m exhausted, but I can’t go home yet. I’ve got paperwork to do. So, I head back to the office on Kossuth Lajos utca. The streets are buzzing with life. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m just there, drowning in forms and reports.