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What pisses me off? Them twits actin’ all holy ‘bout it. “Oh, it’s indecent!” Shut yer gob, it’s just flesh and oil. Surprised me how them soft touches hit harder than a sword swing. Favorite bit? When they crack me spine—pop pop pop—like breakin’ necks, but sexy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn cities for that neck rub again. “Amélie” ends all sweet, helpin’ folks—me, I’d demand massages instead. “You will do zis for me,” I’d say, smirkin’ like a queen. So yeah, erotic-massage—filthy, glorious, confusin’. Try it, or don’t. I don’t care. But I might.

Next, I decide to grab some street food. I’m all about that lángos life. So I’m at this stall on Oktogon, and I order one. The guy behind the counter is like, “Extra garlic?” I’m like, “Heck yes!” I mean, who doesn’t love garlic? But then I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m in heaven. But then, I look around, and everyone’s staring at me. I must have garlic breath for days. Oops.