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“Under the Skin,” me fave, yesss—Scarlett’s all slinky, alien-like, prowlin’ for flesh. Reminds me o’ them massage folk—hands glidin’, silent, pullin’ ya in. “What are you?” she whispers in that flick, all creepy—same vibe, mate! Erotic-massage got that mystery, that pull. Me thinks o’ her, skinnin’ blokes, while some lass kneads me back—hssss, dark and sexy, innit?

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.