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About Szekesfehervar

Exaggeratin’ for drama? Sure—imagine me, Edna, gettin’ one, barkin’ orders: “Lower! Harder! No capes!”—therapist quittin’ on the spot. But srsly, it’s art—touch that heals, teases, *awakens*. Little quirk: I hum *Toni* tunes durin’ it—drives ‘em nuts! What’s your take, huh? Try it, hate it, love it—spill!

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, an older lady named Erzsébet. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts talking about her cat, Mici, and how she needs insurance for her “precious furball.” I’m like, “Lady, I get it, but we gotta talk about your house too!” But she just keeps going on about Mici’s “special diet.” I mean, who knew cats could be so high-maintenance?