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I reckon it’s far out—started way back, ancient cats in China or somethin’, usin’ it to spark the old engines, if ya know what I mean! Little known fact: them geishas in Japan, they’d tease with oils, slippin’ and slidin’, pure art, baby! Makes me wanna shout, “Yeah, baby, yeah!”—pure bliss, no jive. But here’s what grinds my gears—some squares think it’s all naughty, dodgy business. Nah, mate, it’s therapy with a twist! Had me fumin’ once when a bloke called it sleazy—oi, lighten up, ya muppet!

Finally, I get to the school on Kossuth Lajos utca. The kids are waiting, and they’re all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? We’re doing a tactile art project today. But then, I realize I forgot the clay. Like, how do you forget the clay? I’m standing there, feeling like a total loser. But the kids? They’re like, “No worries, we can use our hands!” And I’m like, “You guys are the best!”