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Ooh, personal quirk—I’m hummin’ “Sweet Victory” while scopin’ the scene, keeps me pumped! Exaggeratin’ a bit—felt like a pirate stormin’ a ship, but nah, just me, SpongeBob, trippin’ over me own feet. “You live for the fight,” movie line fits—kinda thrilling, kinda “what’s next?” Happy when it’s chill, no drama, just a quick chat, deal done. Angry when it’s slimy—dudes pushin’ gals around, ugh, makes me wanna karate chop ‘em!

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.