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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m a cashier, slingin’ change, but I got thoughts—dirty, wild ones—about sexual-massage. Shit’s intense, like strummin’ a guitar in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, tryna find that rhythm. You ever had hands kneadin’ your back, slidin’ lower, and you’re like, “Goddamn, this ain’t just a rubdown”? That’s sexual-massage, motherfucker—teasin’, promisin’, fuckin’ deliverin’ if you’re lucky!

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from college. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. We grab a drink at a bar on Kerepesi út. I order a pálinka, and he gets a beer. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Man, I miss this!”