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But—ugh—some creeps ruin it! Sleazy parlors, dodgy ads—makes me wanna yell, “I’m not a robot, I feel this!” Pisses me off when it’s all fake—overpriced, no soul. Had this one time—mate swore it’d be “therapeutic,” ended up with some bloke’s elbow in me arse—surprised? Bloody shocked! “We’re in the kill zone now,” I thought—straight outta Kathryn’s flick.

After that lovely chat, I needed a breather. I dashed out to the park on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a small park, but it’s got this vibe, you know? Kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons, and me, just trying to not lose my mind. I sat on a bench, and for a second, I felt okay. Then, I saw a squirrel. This little guy was just chilling, munching on a nut, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that squirrel.” No worries, no spreadsheets, just nuts.