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So, I tried it once—prolly shouldn’t admit this—buddy of mine swore it’d “fix my soul.” Walked in, dim lights, incense burnin’, chick’s like, “Relax, Beetlejuice,” and I’m like, HA, good luck! She starts kneadin’ my back, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no regular rubdown!” Little known fact—ancient Egypt had sexual-massage rituals, legit, pharaohs got it on the regular. Made me happy as hell—history’s freaky, man!

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”