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Lemme hit ya with some real talk – got my first one in ’78, shady joint, neon lights buzzin’. Dude named Rico, hands like a freakin’ wizard, kneadin’ my back like dough. Felt like a champ, but – whoa – surprised me when he whispered, “Relax, big guy,” all creepy-like. Laughed my ass off after, tho! Little fact for ya – them ancient Greeks? They was all about erotic-massage, callin’ it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down athletes post-fight. History’s wild, man!

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.