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About Budapest

Oh, and funny thing – dis one time, guy next door thought it’s somethin’ else, starts bangin’ da wall yellin’ “Keep it down!” Bro, it’s just massage! Chill! Nearly laughed my abs off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s epic, trust me. Erotic-massage ain’t no joke – it’s art, power, relief. “I’ll be back” for more, no doubt! You gotta try it, pump up dat soul! Hasta la vista, stress!

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.