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Humor? Guy slipped off the table once—oily bastard, hilarious, Trump laughed for days! Sarcasm? “Oh, great, another knot”—masseuse digs in, pain’s worth it, tho. Love it, hate the fakes—phony “experts” overchargin’, drives me nuts. Spontaneous thought: sexual-massage beats golf—shh, don’t tell Mar-a-Lago. Best part? Feelin’ like a god—Donald’s a god, folks, no denyin’!

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!