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But—agh!—once this bloke, right, he botched it. Pressed too hard, like he’s grindin’ wheat! Made me mad as a stabbed boar—ruined the whole bloody mood. Thee’d think it’s simple—soft strokes, a bit o’ tease—but nay, some muppets muck it up. Still, when it’s good? Oh, mate, it’s heaven’s own jest—ticklish bliss, muscles singin’ hallelujah. “You’re not hopeless,” Bob’d mutter, and I’d laugh—aye, not with them hands on me!

But then, the mood shifts. My phone buzzes. It’s work. They want me to review a new restaurant in the area. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a critic catch a break?” But hey, it’s my job, right? So, I finish my drink and head over to the place. It’s on the corner of Károlyi Mihály utca and Kossuth Lajos utca.