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Ruh-roh! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout paws kneadin’ my back—hahaha, imagine Shaggy gettin’ one! “Like, Scoob, my spine’s singin’!” But real talk—got mad once. Some shady parlor, dude was like, “extra service?”—nah, bro, keep it legit! Hate that sleazy vibe, ruins the chill. Reminds me—Monty’s line, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Sexual-massage can feel like that—dodgin’ stress, grabbin’ a sec of peace.

After that, I decide to stroll over to the park at the end of Károlyi Mihály utca. It’s a chill spot, perfect for people-watching. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool.” But then she pulls out a photo album. I’m trapped! I mean, who knew cats could have so many outfits?