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I’m tellin’ ya, it’s sensual, it’s naughty, but classy too – like me, heh! Sometimes I’m thinkin’, “Am I allowed to enjoy this THIS much?” *snorts* Prolly not, but who cares? It’s all ‘bout that tingle, that slow burn, ya feel me? And when they’re kneadin’ ya thighs, oof, I’m like, “Life is just moments!” – *Boyhood* again, ‘cause it IS, doll!

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decide to head to the local art gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m a critic, after all. I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on contemporary Hungarian artists. Some pieces are dope, others look like my toddler could’ve done better. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when I overhear this guy saying, “Art is subjective.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s also sometimes just bad.”