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Now, tie this to my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence* – “The flesh fairs, man, they’re comin’!” – I’m picturin’ lil’ David, that robot kid, givin’ a sexual-massage, all mechanical and perfect, no soul tho. Kinda creepy, huh? Like, would it even feel real? “I’m real, I’m real!” he’d say, but nah, I’d rather a human touch, sloppy and raw, breakin’ me down proper – “I must break you!” See, that’s the kicker – sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’, it’s connection, somethin’ them bots can’t fake.

Then, we head over to the local market on Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m dodgin’ people left and right, and I swear, if one more person bumps into me, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I see this old lady selling fresh paprika. I can’t help but smile. She’s got this energy, ya know?