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Sarcasm time: oh, sure, it’s *totally* just a massage, nothing to see here! Ha! Tell that to me stiff—er, shoulders. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight a dragon for a good’un. Spontaneous thought: why ain’t this in every tavern? I’d tip double! So, mate, sexual-massage—dirty, divine, depends who’s rubbin’. “All is lost,” they say in the movie, but nah—not with this. Cheers to that, eh? Now, where’s me cup?

After that, I’m exhausted. I head to the local pub on Róbert Károly körút. I need a drink. I sit down, and the bartender knows me. He pours me a pálinka without me even asking. That’s the life, right?